She looked around and checked out the floor very carefully. Maude Peterson was at the nurse's station and she knew from experience that Maude would si... there and read her romance novel and not move unless a monitor sounded off or it was time for medication rounds. She would have plenty of time to do what she needed to do.She prayed that nothing would go wrong. She had waited almost five months for the right circumstances. One last look to make sure the hall was clear and then she slipped into. The, perhaps odd, thing is we were sitting in two cars with Sarah being parked behind me so I could watch events through my rear view and wing mirrors. Sarah had dressed in a fairly smart business suit, stockings and a blouse. What wasn’t evident is that she was wearing no bra or panties. She was sitting in the drivers seat of the car chatting, although no body was on the other end, on her mobile phone occasionally rubbing her stocking clad leg as she did and I knew she had hitched her skirt up. The field had dirt on it from lack of use. It was interesting that most of the planes looked a little damaged but the tops of wings and fuselages looked clean. Bennie had noticed also. He said, "I believe the snow cleans them every year. Also, some of the weight from that snow may have harmed them over time." We continued to hunt around and found, quite easily, the tanks. After testing, we found one that would give us good fuel. We could get the plane closer but not close enough. Bennie found a. Zanyia was populating it with submissive, young women to serve as our sex slaves. It was her goal to have the entire castle’s staff replaced with them.“Master, Mistresses!” a serving girl said, the corset of her dress lifting her breasts into a delicious, inviting mound, her nipples on display. Lydia wore her blonde hair in a pile of curls that fell down her face. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mistress Ealaín.”“It is,” Bianka said, another serving girl, her tits also on display, a dazzling.