Most. Most people are bad. That’s my take. I’ll tell you this now, Tabby. Stanley is not one of the bad people. He has been through hell, and has ...one things he wishes he didn’t or hadn’t happened, but he’s not a bad person. Don’t worry about that description, please. Just know that Stanley Williams is a nice guy and will never hurt either of us, intentionally.”Over the loudspeakers in the plane, I heard Stanley call me up front. I went up and saw him smiling at me, wearing big earmuffs on his. “It's time to put your whore on display to the world.” The pride in Kathy's voice as she replied helped to calm my nerves at the thought of my degradation being broadcast, but fear still tormented me. “Yes, yes it is. And what a fine little display my whore will make. Set him up; I'll go get the hood.” With that, I found myself pushed forwards by my master, and pulled by my leash, irresistibly led towards my duty, my mind racing at the humiliating thought that my naked degradation might be seen. Without further ado, I grabbed the T-shirt she had stolen from me and pulled it over her head, drinking in the sight of her naked breasts in the moonlight. I rolled our bodies down to the couch cushions, her lying comfortably on her back, me on top. Steph’s hands impatiently reached up and pulled my boxers down around my knees, letting my cock spring free mere inches above her nubile young body. We waited one final moment, looking deeply into each other’s eyes for confirmation— I nudged my tip. I got to sit in on the first full length business meeting in days instead of hearing just the highlights. I was glad to hear that the Pig Iron Point permitting process was ahead of schedule. The state and county environmental departments signed off immediately after determining the creosote would be removed. Jenny had to send confirming letters to both. The federal part had two more approvals to go through.The rest of the news was good. We left early; Lisa had stayed with the boys all day. She.