My pussy had been so wet these last few days with Marlon around, I'd played with myself and made myself cum more than Mike had in our entire relations...ip. And now here I was a dripping mess again being spanked over my stairs with my husband asleep upstairs. I'd become a whore for this man within the space of 2 days. I was owned and I loved it."Louder bitch, you need to be treated like a whore don't you?!" Marlon yelled."Fuck, yes sir I do, I need you to own me" I shouted back.I was so worried. I'd made her goddamn life. I'd given her everything. I don't think I should go back to work, Marc. I think I should stay home with Mikey, Marc. Don't you think it's better if our little baby grows up with a loving, traditional mother, Marc? I'll go back to work after he starts school, Marc.I'd rather be fucking my brother instead of working, Marc.FFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!"Sir? Are you okay?" the cabbie looked at me in his rear-view mirror in concern. It wasn't until. Flying things around required very accurate "flying in formation" by all the TK-fingertips involved. Fortunately I had some degree of skill at that. Hold your two hands out in front of you with just your index fingers extended, so they're held beside each other and about two inches apart. Now write your name in the air, trying to move both fingers in perfect synchronization. Their relative distances will wobble around somewhat, but not excessively, especially if you write very slowly and. I could get one of our people to put the package in place while you are gone no one will know," he said awfully sure of himself. The GPS requires very low power we will put it inside one of the runway solar lights."Martin how did you know I had solar lights on the runway?"I asked. "Have you already landed there?" No we just took a look at it. It was all a routine scouting mission for emergency places to put down." He sounded convincing, but I didn't believe him. He didn't really expect me to..