Grotten started to fuck the dildo back and forth, making sure that all parts of it rubbed up against the girl's tongue.The taste of shit, even if it h...d come from the sexy little ass of Gina, was horrible, but Cindy had no choice but to lick the plastic cock clean. The girl knew if she gagged, her vomit would likely choke her to death, and that Mrs. Grotten would probably continue throat-fucking her while she died."I think her cunt's had enough," Miss Clark said as she pulled the pink dildo. According to the mechanic, it can be removed very easily. It could be taken into an engine shop for overhaul, or replaced completely.The pictures showed a yellow lightweight airplane just as the mechanic described. It also included a couple of flyover pictures of the plane. I could imagine the buzzing sound as it went over head. The only thing I didn't like was the long hinged wings and the pusher propeller behind the cockpit. It did have tripod landing gear which meant the tail wasn't as. When she awoke, her mask was off and the cuffs weregone. She had no idea what time it was or even whatday it was. Todd sat on the side of the bed. He stareddown at her with a wicked smile on his lips.“Wha…what happened?”“Shhh. You may only talk to reply to me. Did you enjoythe evening so far?”So far? “Yes Todd, it was fantastic.”“Then I can assume you would like it to happen again?”“Oh my heavens, yes, I would.”“It can. He suggested Technical Theater or Applied Guitar. They were both veiled insults as one was considered a class for techies who were uninterested in academics and the Applied Guitar was an introductory class where students learned chords. Down at the bottom of the list, though, beneath two or three that would require me to leave school and go over to Ivy Tech for a dual credit class, was a class that struck a chord with me: Photography: Filmmaking.I got online for a complete course description.