As I entered she was on her phone and as she saw me she told me to come over to her. She showed me her phone and introduced the man on the other end o... the Skype video chat as Jacob. She told him to show me what he had just shown her and with that I saw his erect cock. My wife said they had been chatting about her visiting him so that he could bury that cock into her pussy and entertain her in Amsterdam. I asked her how far the planning had gone. The journey was planned and a date arranged. She. .. ah ... quite vigorously. I found out that a dishonest trainer, Harold Bishop, wanted our yard.More accurately, he wanted Cutter's Way, and us. He wanted us to run the yard for him, so that no one would know that it was his. That would provide him with a curtain of honesty, something that he didn't have.Bishop was only a small time trainer, and a bully, but he had delusions of grandeur. He thought that he could expand his business by intimidating a bunch of women. He then wanted to pull off. So was his co-pilot and flight school partner, Shelly Schlumburger, a sarcastic brunette from Amsterdam Avenue in Brooklyn. Both knew better than to pry into the affairs of the young, attractive female officer. All they knew was that she rated a special pick-up and a tanker rendezvous en route; radio silence until 350 miles from the carrier, land in one piece, and Schlumburger and Gates knew they'd be finished with their job. They both decided it would be better if they didn't know hers.The. Laura yawned and slouched in her seat. She had become very tired suddenly. She closed her eyes and soon drifted off to sleep, she was exhausted. It didn’t take Laura long to fall into a deep sleep with all the excitement she’d had in the past few days. Her visions seem to take so much energy from her. The flight attendant stood from her chair and walked behind the ticket counter, pulled out a box and brought it back to where Laura was sleeping. She lifted Laura’s feet and placed them on the.