” She ran upstairs I assume to get something and as soon as she was out of sight I headed for the door full speed, but Rita stopped me. “Come on...let’s get out of here while shes upstairs!” I pleaded. “Then she calls her dad and tells on us and dad loses his contract. I don’t wanna be here either but we made dad a promise, wherever we’re going can’t be all that bad.” “I just… uuugh fine. Stupid dad making us promise. We better not be doing anything stupid!” She bound back down the stairs. She fought hard as he started rubbing her ass, knowing that worse pain was coming. “No! NO NO NO NO!” She yelled, bucking wildly. “Give me a hand, will you Cecil?” Freddy requested, his hard on painful after watching her innocence being brutally stolen. Cecil helped hold her down, and they dragged her so she was bent off the bed, her ass right there for Freddy to plow. No lubricant. Freddy stuck his finger in, preparing it, and knew it was going to be difficult to fuck such a tight hole.. I sat down beside her and strapped myself in. I then nodded toward the stewardess. ‘Tell the pilot not to make any announcements. I don’t want her waking up yet.’ When the plane was taxied down the runway and we were safely in the air, I unbuckled Cheyenne’s safety harness and laid her down on the couch in a more comfortable position and marveled at the fact that she could sleep through a plane taking off. Moving to another couch I stretched out myself and quickly fell asleep. After being. He hurried down the stairs as quickly as he could, taking a calculated risk that Catherine was not in her basement at seven thirty in the morning and was unlikely to hear him.At the bottom step Dylan found himself in what looked to be a wine cellar. He made his way past three separate wooden shelves stocked to the brim with exotic wines. Beyond that there was final shelf against the wall. Perplexed, Dylan checked the room once again, and found the room was nothing more than a small twelve by.