You remember I punched him. Well I have a small business, and I think he found out and wants to sue me. I’m not sure I’m insured for this. He coul... cut me up. Maybe you can help?’ Laurie poured a small amount of milk in her coffee. Looking at her cup and not him she answered, ‘I saw it all. You had to hit him. He was fighting you. I think he tried to hit you first. If you want me to testify or make a statement about that I will.’ Then she looked up, ‘You were really great the other night. I. There was a cramp when you first pushed it in. But its gone now. Move it slowly." But he had the sense she was actually backing into it. "It feels better the deeper you go. Let me have all of it." He confidenrly crammed it in up to the hilt and for the first time the teen felt the exquisite sensation of hot pulsing man meat slide up to invade into her bowels and beyond. She let out a little gasp and a squeal. It was wonderful to her to be filled and stuck like this in such a. “Miss Jessica”, the Russian thug announced, “Please put on your seatbelt for landing.”She complied and tightened her seatbelt as the planes landing gear lowered into place with a clunk. As thrilling as the takeoff had been, landing was kind of scary as she watched the palm trees and buildings rush by the speeding airplane. Soon, however, the small jet rolled to a stop on a small taxiway near some huge buildings that she assumed to be private hangers. A couple of minutes after they had. She was very pretty but it was more than that. When they met and introduce themselves, she didn’t seem bothered by his looks at all. The more time they spent talking, the more at ease J.W. became. They spent about thirty minutes doing the insurance thing and J.W. signed the paperwork. He didn’t want to leave her, but their business was finished. ‘What does the J.W. stand for?’ Bonnie asked pointing to his signature, J.W. Riley. ‘Just waiting,’ he answered. He didn’t know where he got the nerve.