I’m sure none of them is a hidden self-destruct button.”“Just find me a pilot!”A very familiar sound rang through the cockpit, one that I asso...iate with Kate. It took me a while to realise this was the default FaceTime sound! Caroline produced her iPhone from somewhere and pressed a button.“Yes, hello?”“Miss Keller, this is Qatar Airways control. What is your situation?”“Well, see for yourself. This is Carstairs, he’s doing the honours right now. Carstairs, it’s for you.”She gave me her phone.. He moved his fingers towards my ass crack slowly as I stroked him and, without notice, stuck one large finger up my asshole as he began fingering me. This forced me to let out a very sudden, loud moan that anyone who’s had an object inserted into their asshole knows all too well.“Calm down, slutty boy,” he said very smoothly. “You’re gonna have something bigger up there real soon.” He inserted another two fingers up my ass, finger-fucking me hard and quick, my moans getting louder with each new. The next time I asked her to sit on my thighs. She eagerly agreed, and I had her there for the next few times. The first time of course, all I could feel was her crotch getting really warm. I stopped it and thanked her and hopped off to a shower-which included one of my most intense masturbation sessions of my life-I must have pumped out 10 long ribbons of come. The next time I had her on my thighs, she was prepared. She switched from sweats to a skirt, and yes, you guessed it, no underwear. I. .. Something, to take me by the hand and guide me. This strange thunder out of a clear autumn morning could be it, as much as it could be anything else, and my spirits were desperate to rally to that cause. I was afraid though, for precisely those reasons, and I had no desire to suffer another frustrating disappointment.So I held my heart in check and forced myself to move slowly, keeping my feet soft and staying to the moss and grass where it grew in the forest's weak light. I checked the wind.