The boat swings to a course of 135 degrees and begins to move south east past the Djugarden Quay. The Captain notices a movement on the deck surveilla...ce monitor. Sveta Kustenskaya and the slave Vyera are in conversation. Actually Sveta is doing the talking and Vyera is merely listening. She does not look very happy!The Captain takes his eyes from the scene. There's nothing remarkable about it. No doubt Vyera's performance is falling below expectations. Besides he has plenty of other things to. We got squiggled. It's not our fault we don't suffer from inner ear imbalance. We're both gymnasts so flying through the air upside down twisting and turning doesn't bother us. Oops. I wasn't supposed to say that."In Chicago, we trekked to the tower and passed out bags and bottles, the military presented us with paperwork, kicked the tires and fueled it while Antler Wendy burgers were heating on the platform in front of the radar dish. The engine started on our aircraft and they flew off with. With Starlet forcing her legs open, Herbert doddered over, beer belly and pudgy arms sticking out of his plaid collared shirt.“Darn tootin’, that is one fine cunny,” he said with his usual jolly candor while squatting down to cunt-level, pocket flashlight shining directly on her glistening pink folds, and examined her like a perverted Christmas present.Vixen didn’t want to look, but her eyes remained glued as Herbert stroked his fat finger down her enflamed clit making her legs kick, but. Hopefully,with this chapter, I'll be fixing it within the first few scrolls.Extra points and maybe a cameo (state whether you're male/female andgive me your initials) appearance, if you're the first to figure outwhere you believe the plot hole is and post a review.Author note 2: FOCUS, my fellow perverts. It's the story you want toread, not nit pick on things best left on the side of the road.*mutter* *grins and then laughs maniacally*Author note 3: No, I will not apologize for Real Life... .