Even though this was a small county airport, it had a partially manned control tower. The tower was built during the Bush administration. VP Dick Chan...y and several more VIP's had summer houses at St Michaels and flew in regularly. Dick was well known for his goose hunting parties with international VIP'S using the local hunting guides.The Bombardier's made their way on the taxi way, past the long row of private and business hangers, coming to a stop in front of the terminal building side by. Part of you wants to just sit back and leave these guys to someone else but the thought of a multi million pound super suit being used to just peep on these guys getting a beating from Wolverine or someone is nothing short of creepy. The thugs run out of the bank, alarm blaring, carrying sports bags. At least they left the burlap sacks with dollar signs at home."Come on dudes! That one's not even wearing a mask!" you feel like shouting out. That does it, you feel like dishing out some damage. I told myself I wouldn’t do this. I wouldn’t fuck you, but ... but ... I want to be bred by you so badly, Becky!”“I’m going to give you a baby,” I moaned, my breasts jiggling in my bra. I shuddered, the pleasure rushing through my body. “Just keeping working that cunt up and down my dick, and I’ll give you all the spunk you want.”“Yes!” she hissed, her cunt squeezing down hard as she impaled her pussy on my dick.“Damn,” Tiffany whimpered. “She’s so passionate. I remember my first time with you,. .. I thought maybe I could sell something?”“I’m listening, what did you have in mind.”“I thought, I mean, what if you could be, or I mean you know, you could have it.”“The whole kit and caboodle, as it were?”“Yeah.”“Well that’s worth triple my dear. One thousand.”“No. I want triple that.”He laughed, “You are getting shrewder by the day, but no, dear, that is too much.”“But, this is special.”His chuckling died down, “Oh, tell me is your pussy magical?”I whispered, “I’m a virgin.”Silence on the.