"Oh, great. What does she want now?" he said, knowing that starting a conversation like this was never good."Well she wanted to go shopping. She wante... to have a mother/daughter spa day. You know, manicures, pedicures, hair - the whole thing. And probably some clothes shopping too," she said."And when did she want to do that?" This weekend. Saturday afternoon," she said."Saturday? That was the day you and I were going to go to the lake remember? I was planning on leaving Friday after work and. Ken thought he was finished but Jaq had other ideas. Cum had run between her legs and her arse was a bit messy. Jaq was soon kneeling and pulling her arse cheeks apart. Ken knew what was required and tongued her arse until Jaq was satisfied.Jaq announced it was bedtime. Poor Ken was left locked in his cage and sent to the spare room. Jaq and I retired to bed a little later to discuss the following day.Ken was downstairs first and as instructed, was dressed in his maid's outfit. Ken served us. You have to get us home. ATL’s expensive for us little planes and this is an excellent example of frogs and ponds. Back at the 3Sigma field, Lotte is just a tad from being the biggest plane, in terms of weight. Here at Atlanta, her six tons (and she’s NOT even close to that today) is slightly more than a rounding error on the weight and balance sheets of jumbo jets.It is incumbent on me, Cindy from a central Alabama trailer park, to snake my way through the madhouse that is Atlanta’s main. ..I had to think outside the box. I dragged her naked body through the snow into the barn and tied her hands together up over her head to the rafters. I had a small wood burner in there and lit a fire, not for her but for me. She dangle by her arms, her bare feet on her tippy toes in the dirt. Dawn now had the look of fear in her beautiful eyes. My hand started spanking her cold tits over and over. As her breasts turned red she never cried but thanked me after each smack. I tied a rope around.