After being told her co-worker needed to get fucked too, I was told to pound her tight pussy and show her if I knew how to make a woman cum before I d...d.Is this about to turn into a nightmare? Even my dreams aren’t this good.Determined to live this delusion out I did exactly as she asked, well until she told me she couldn’t take anymore. It was giving her cramps. After helping her get her bra, shirt and panties back as they should be, I turned around to the other flight attendant.First, she. “Princess?” My dad called into the dark room. I did not respond, my head now safely on my pillow, turned away from him. “Are you asleep, little girl?” He asked, his voice closer now. Still, I did not respond. I felt him pull my blanket back, the fabric moving slowly as he tugged it off the bed. He then sat down, the bed squeaking slightly from the shift in weight. “Sleeping so soundly…” I heard him mumble, his hand touching the back of my thigh lighty. His fingers inched up my exposed flesh,. . something on the wings, ripping off pieces of the plane," she said, sounding calmer than she looked."What?" Spectre." The code word for minor demons—a Patriot attack. "Made of smoke, we haven't seen these kinds before. They're ripping the plane apart."I followed her up the fuselage, gripping the sides of chairs to stay upright as the plane shook and shimmied violently. Peering out of a porthole window, I saw what looked like smoke monkeys tearing into the wing, and more were on the cowl of. "You really are a stupid child..." he says with a hint of disappointment in his voice but mainly anger."I don't understand what you have against the army. You were once a soldier..." you say before you feel the stinging pain of your dads palm on the side of your face causing your head to turn.You aren't able to turn your head afraid of what your dad might do next. You suddenly begin hearing the booming voice of your dad shouting at the top of his lungs at you but you are unable to hear what he.