. knowing that it most assuredly was not the foggy air that saturated the crotch of her panties. She felt him cut the waistband of the g-string, allow...ng it to fall off and exposing her hidden treasure to him. A thick thumb worked it's way slowly inside her... causing her to emit a low, deep moan... a guttural sound, something primal... a sound women have been making for eons. Her "master" chucked softly, removing his thumb and patting her softly on the rear."That's a good girl," he said, as. Ms Spencer stopped short of where Jennifer stood and gave one lastlingering kiss to Mr. Blair before he headed off to his office. This wasnot a kiss to reward gallantry, but the kiss of lovers. Lips touching andthen parting slightly and then tongues becoming intertwined. Jenniferhated when they did this, but she didn't know why. The sick feelingreturned to her stomach, only to be chased when the kiss had broken andMs Prescott had turned her attention away from her lover and to Jennifer."Good. ’ I don’t think I’d ever been angrier in my life. ‘You’re drunk, you jerk. You’re going to feel sorry about this tomorrow, and I’m not going to forgive you no matter how much you beg.’ She had her shoes in her hand and did a piss-poor job of throwing them at me. I didn’t even have to dodge. Wendy ran out of the room crying, and I slammed the door behind her. I fell back on the bed, feeling the tears come. How could she do this? Why? What had happened to us? * * * I slept restlessly, images of. The circumstances of these crashes are probably all just a coincidence, but I’m not willing to bet your lives on that. We will take off when the fog clears. ... Or, if it is still foggy in the morning, we will take off then. But I am not flying a planeload of people over Witch Mountain in the fog on Halloween night.”That’s when the young woman– a rich, spoiled young woman by the looks of her– spoke up loudly. “Then I’ll go find someone who has the balls to fly,” she said loudly as she stormed.