I wanted to be a model someday, like Mom had been, or maybe an actress or even a flight attendant would be cool. I knew I could probably do that, but ...eing a model had always been my first choice. I just needed to grow a couple more inches. Nobody likes models who are only five-seven for some reason and I checked my height every morning. They say people are taller in the morning, like they stretch while they sleep or something. Less gravity to pull us down, I guess.Daddy had built a thing for. My name is Kim and this is Diana." She motioned to the oriental girl. "First we'll need a volunteer from the audience." The blonde began. I was hoping that since Susan was on the inside she would not be able to see and she would go back to sleep. She had other ideas. She released her seat belt and stood to get a better view. As Susan stood up the oriental flight attendant looked back and said, "there's our volunteer." Susan looked around and then realized it was she they were talking about. "Oh. " My fear chokes me. I fight to get away, but he holds tight. "My darling, there is nothing to fear," I hear him say in my head. "What are you doing to me?!" I scream out, suddenly terrified that I can hear him talk in my head.. He holds my face still and kisses me. I fight to get away but soon, I am kissing him back. Wayne begins to move his hips, thrusting into me. I groan at the pain of being split open, but he continues on, kissing me and soon, the pain disappears, replaced with pleasure. I. Yes, it does hurt my feelings, but I’m trying to not let it show. Hell, my feelings have been hurt for the last few days! Nothing is more perfect than finding out that your boss used you to break up with his girlfriend by having her come in right at the same time he planned on fucking you. My freshly manicured nails scrape against the big wooden door to his office as I grip the handle and barely get it open as Jason exclaims angrily. “UGH, FINALLY! I’m fuckin’ starving and need to hurry before.