"Just concentrate on earning your keep with us," sniggered one of the geeks. "Yeah like all the other farm yard animals," added the other.The cop clos...d the heavy cellar doors and the room instantly grew warmer and more claustrophobic. "That's right good little animals," Pa nodded unfastening his fly the other members following suit. "But don't worry miss you and your girls aren't for slaughtering."His eyes narrow spittle seeping in strands from his gap teeth. "No you're for breeding."Then the. I could now see lust in his eyes as he looked at my cleavage which I was trying to cover by hands. He grabbed my hands and pushed me towards the wall. As my back touched the wall he spread both my hands and pinned me on the wall.Now he came closer and kissed my cheeks. Slowly came near my lips and kissed me on my lips. Again and again. Now I was also responding to his kisses and started to kiss him back. We were smooching for a long time. Our tongues met and we were exchanging saliva. It was a. ” Brad sputtered a little at that. “Yeah, I’ve actually seen him checking you out a few times in the last week or so. In truth, I think you just remind him of a younger version of your mom when you’re wearing your girly clothes.” I grinned and nodded in agreement. What Brad didn’t know, though, was that his dear old dad had been paying me a few nightly visits over the past week or so, and he’d been doing a lot more than just checking me out once he did sneak into my room. And if I had it my. Brian Trubshaw, BAC’s chief test pilot, was spending a fortnight in London, staying at a swanky hotel at our expense. I’d met him several times, got on well with him, and he proved to be a great teacher. Having already flown a glider solo, it wasn’t a huge jump to fly powered. Takeoffs were exciting, landings shit scary, and flying at altitude exhilarating. I was well and truly hooked, though I did kind of miss the peacefulness of a glider.That evening, our television made a load pop, scaring.