I’ll just simply take off myclothes. Right?”I knew I had a pained expression on my face. “Nowlook, “I said. “Colleen, th...s is certainly not right atall.”She tugged loose the belt of the kimono and shruggedoff the garment with a simple and smooth shimmy ofher shoulders. “Oops,” she said. “Looks like I waswearing very little underneath.”The kimono pooled at her feet. She was wearing onlyblack pants. And she was pretty damn good,. You’ll tell us who it was, or I’ll have those balls now, and spoil your big day!” She grinned with sadistic pleasure, at Faulkner’s girlish scream as she yanked the wire tight, the pressure now threatening to sever his balls clean off. Faulkner was now in a dilemma about revealing the photographer, but had little or no choice; the thought of never spending again prompted his cowardly disclosure.“OOOH!! ... please! ... noooo! ... Ok, ok! ... it was ... it was ... Clay ... Eric Clay!” Lana’s ears. No little hands got me long and hard on Tuesday night either, and I felt tempted to say something. She was my pet, after all, and she should do what I wanted; Mike had said she would. On the other hand, if I made her do it, then that dreaded 'bestiality' word raised its ugly head. Not to mention how much she resembled a girl, and men didn't suggest sex with girls. I jerked off during my morning shower, thinking of my little pet Connie.I was delighted to wake up Wednesday during the night to her. ”“Why not? It’s an aviating day, isn’t it?”If you’ve seen one of these, you’ve seen most of them. A few Cessnas and Pipers and Beechcraft, either on the apron or in a hangar. We walked into the office, though, introduced ourselves.“Just out exploring.”Walked in, and the guy behind the desk introduced himself as “Jack Baxter”. We introduced ourselves, were asked, “Where’re you from?”“Alabama,” Dana chirped. ““We just flew in to Williston on a big shiny Pilatus PC-12. Her name is Lenya. Got a.