Do you have any idea how we can be alone together? Is your home an option? ʺ ʺNo Darling, that’s not a possibility. Every Tuesday a cleaning crew,...usually two or three women, occupy our home for three hours, from 2 pm to 5 pm. A friend of my dad, a retired Major from the service, always keeps an eye on them. They learned early from him to be careful and to do a good job, and telling them to skip one of the bedrooms would seem like a big deal. But, my dad’s company has two condos available for. We were airborne by 2110 headed east for Portugal. The flight was to be five to six hours, depending on winds.I made the call to the Portuguese customs office at the Lisbon international airport that a state department delegation would be arriving with armed bodyguards as was protocol; the delegation would go direct to the US embassy.Then we did as we always did, reclined in the fancy chairs and slept for most of the flight.Max Grover and Toby Nash were the pilot and copilot for this trip. I. What happened? Did it work? Did I save Sven? I needed to know. I needed to find out what happened. I needed to access my other proxy with Sven, the original I gave him after he first fled Az ahead of my father's soldiers. I grit my teeth. I couldn't let this headache stop me.I tried to sense my proxies through the pain. But my head... My head felt beaten by invisible fists. Another wave of nausea rose through me. My fingers tightened on my saddle horn. My body swayed and shuddered. I sucked in. Very slowly at first. It is only when his skin presses my arse cheeks, I realise he is fully home!! It feels so painful and so uncomfortable. I find myself keep shifting position, trying to get comfy. After a few slow strokes which leaves me gasping and clutching at the bedding. My face is screwed up in pain but I persevere. When he speeds up it starts to feel more comfy, and also more sexy. With each stroke he goes in deep and his skin slaps against mine. It feels gorgeous now. I am able to.