That's when they recovered consciousness. That night, in spite of the open cuts crisscrossing their backs, they insisted on sleeping with me — or mo...e accurately, on me. Moreover, they insisted that I hold them tight in spite of the excruciating pain it had to be causing them. Why? There wasn't one inch anywhere on their backs without an open whip cut on it. Nevertheless, that's what they wanted, so that's what we did."Looking around the room, he said, "The last word on these two incredibly. I had the aircraft taxi to the where the fuel port was once it was on the ground. We could use the tank truck, but that’s sort of double the effort filling the truck then pumping it into the plane.The door swung open before the pickup with the portable stairs could get to the aircraft, and the auto stairway began sliding out and lowering to give anyone leaving the aircraft a quick exit.The fuel truck went out to the aircraft and attached the connections to the right side of the aircraft and. " he says spinning me around and fondling my ass. "Nope you forgot something." You don't expect me to wear that on the plane do you?" I reply, when I realize he is talking about the anal plug."Of course, I don't want to hurt you when I fuck that gorgeous ass"I should be upset but instead I am getting wet."And change into something sexier." he demands as he brushes by me and begins to ascend my stairs.I scurry after him wondering what the hell he is up to. He sticks his head in rooms until he. Turning to tend to it, assuming it was junk mail as that was all I ever got, I was surprised to see it was neither junk nor from a contact. As I read it, over and over, like a passage from one of my books that described the peak of the characters union, I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. It was from anonymous and it simply stated the following; ‘I love watching you, please don’t ever stop.’ And as if some alien force had taken over my body I found myself leaving the screen and walking over.