“Define wingless, Sir. They will surely ask me for clarification,” the agent stated.“We’re going to take four – Flying Saucer – shaped air...raft up for an initial test-flight. If all goes as planned, we’ll make a swing across the continent from here to the Pacific, up the west coast to Canada, across the northern tier, to the Atlantic, then down the eastern seaboard to Florida, and back here. We will be at supersonic speeds and we’ll need to be notified if we’re seen on NORAD, or any radar,. ”No, but I am your familiar.“How is that my fault?” she asks. “The school gave me a choice and I picked you.”True. The rules of magic are binding. I guess it’s just luck of the draw.“That doesn’t sound nice.”Take as you will.“Should I have picked something else?”I don’t think it would have mattered.“What do you mean?” she asks, curious.Call it fate or tampering with fate. Before I often wondered why I got stuck with a bungling, sex craved idiot. But now I think I know why.Penelope grimaces.. ”Just as I say that, we hear Bruce coming up the stairs.“So I see by the note you left me, the two of you had a very enjoyable day at the spa.” Bruce says, as I am undressing him and Pam is removing my clothes.“Darling, Connie is going to join you in the shower while I watch from the tub.”“Alright Connie, shall we?” He says with a twinkle in his eyes.Taking Bruce by the hand, we walk to the shower and Pam gets in the tub. I turn on the tap and the warm water cascades over our bodies as I tease. Her pussy lips were smooth as a baby's bottom. I started working on her butt, wonderfully tight, pert and blemish free. I took some oil and poured it in the crack of her butt, the oil trickling down to her pussy lips, pink and moist before the oil reached them, even moister now. She shivered as the cold oil ran down between her butt cheeks, little goose bumps appearing on her butt cheeks. I massaged away. Once in a while my hand darted into the crack of her butt massaging her butt hole but.