...oh what I am thinking...I just left #97!!I put my head back down into the book and start reading as the announcement for boarding begins. Once on ...he plane, I prepare for sleep mode. The plan is to arrive in Denver around 10pm at which point my roommate will pick me up and we will go downtown. I plug in some headphones and lean my head against the window when I notice the curly hair standing in line to find a seat. I am two rows from the first class and the plane is pretty empty. Two my. Instinctively I stood as well and she came out in front of the desk. My heart sank. It seemed certain she was escorting me out. "What you want is to do a case study--on us." Yes," I said, having backed away a bit to give her room. She leaned back on the front of her desk, and once again I couldn't help but be aware of the way she was dressed, the killer suit, as opposed to me, in my jeans and all. I didn't have a suit like hers but I could have dressed up a bit."It seems our little company is. ' This was one horny bitch and I wanted to fuck those soft pink folds so hard. I couldn't even see her hole she was so tight.'Pose for me on the bed' I said. She got up with just her panties on and knelt on the bed with her firm tits jutting out. I took another photo of the skinny slag and suggested she pose real horny by getting on her hands and knees and looking behind at me. She did so and I took another photo of her ass. I moved up behind her and started pulling at the panties and. Every ship she found was burned and sunk to the bottom of the ocean. The men and women that survived were found clinging to bits of flotsam, Satin took no prisoners. To her crew she was known simply as Captain Morgana. Only one dared to call her Layla onboard the ship, and then only in the privacy of her captain's quarters. The captain looked up at the crow's nest where her first mate was standing sentry looking for ships loot. /By the gods I hope we find something soon, nothing gets me more.