I also tried to deny to myself thatI was not captivated by the idea of coming up to Ms. Hart'sexpectations.It was like I was a moth, and she was the f...ame...Eventually my stomach abruptly reminded me why I had left the'comforts' of my bedsit. As Mick D was the closest I shook myself intogear and went for something to eat. I had hoped food would shake offthe strange thoughts spinning though my mind, and treated myself to a'Big Mac,' large fries and a banana milkshake.Eventually getting home. .releasing her 9"dildo. It falls...smacking me in the face. I immediately open my mouth andshe forces the cock down my throat. I begin to lick and suck it....gettingevery inch of the plastic cock covered in my spit. My red lipstick smearedall across the sides. Occasionally she pulls it out of my mouth and smacksme across the face. She just smiles when I look up trying to find out whatI did wrong...But she just forces it back into my mouth.Out of nowhere, she pulls me to my feet and forces me. The entire place is user friendly as would be expected of a backwoods operation. The ticket agent is also the flight attendant who is also the co-pilot.The coal mines were in full swing and mid level mine personnel commuted regularly. So there WAS a need for an airline.My little Beech and its radial engines brought older folks up the hill to see what was going on with the consecutive takeoffs and landings of the nose wheel tricycle geared 18H. While I was waiting for Davy to show or Karen to. I was led to the barn. I asked along the way what was awaiting me there. They smiled that I was anticipating something more, but I was told I would find out soon enough. I knew it wasn’t a bull, that was how I ended up being hooked up to a milking machine.Fans and Jager appeared at the open barn door and waved us on. It wasn’t lost on me that all the guys had pulled their pants back up leaving me still the only one naked. Whatever was planned for me next, it apparently wasn’t going to involve.