This trip, I was selling corn, as were several other farmers like me, but odd indeed was the sight that awaited my eyes when I shucked a few ears to p...t out for display. Instead of being the usual golden color, or even the white that sometimes appeared, and instead even of being the even rarer mixture of the two, my eyes beheld purple and blue streaks of some sort upon the kernels, making the ear look as though it were a flame of those colors! I stared at that first ear for a moment, then. I then remembered the words of my father that had warned of this day. “If it ever comes you must hide. They will look for you but if they do not find you, they move on and not take you as a slave.” Before I could think of where to hide, my little brother Aile, who also slept in the loft, screamed for the Rus to go away. Before I could duck out of sight I was seen. One of the Rus dropped his axe and shield and climbed up the ladder to the loft. Aile charged the Rus attempting to knock him. I stifle a cry as your teeth close around my nipple, sending out luscious tendrils of pain through my body. Silken heat floods my core as your tongue swirls to sooth before finding another place to torture. Your lips graze up to my neck where you tease before biting into the tender flesh.“Good boy...” I moan, unable to keep my hips from rolling into yours. I try and steady my breathing, your caresses already hurdling me to the edge of cumming.You release my hair and drag your hands down my back. The hangars are 1930's and the aircraft are private.The airport is on the south side of town and it's a real CAA going concern. They have a flight school with one Cessna 150 trike. There's a Maytag commuter that flies to places that have big airplanes and like that. They Are OFFICIAL.The field has amenities; a pay phone and an outside coke machine ... and they sell fuel fifty cents a gallon cheaper than the real airport. When there's an airshow ... it's at the field and not at the port. When.