"Lisa asked, "Can I put on my pants?"I was proud that Lisa took her punishment well. She took orders from Shannon and they finished the job in about a... hour. I had made sure that Sonja was all right. She actually wanted us to photograph her but Lisa put her on the spot and with me there, she rather freaked out. Shannon came in and asked, "Lisa wants to take a few pictures. Is it OK with you if we use your bed?" Shannon, Sonja may want to watch or join in. Is that OK with you?" Sure." I have a. Here there were only trees out to every horizon.Along with the frantic pilot two passengers were on board: Steven Muir, a successful middle-aged broker and his companion Silvie Klein, a former in-demand fashion model several years his junior. This was a vacation trip, a chance to unwind in the sun and restore some steam to their love life.Things were looking grim. The plane was sinking, the engines sputtering from what the pilot figured was watered fuel. They could only glide for so long, maybe. The woman's sighs became louder. She covered the tips of her breasts with her hands and squeezed her nipples tightly. The amused thought crossed Chuck's mind that this maid really enjoyed her work.Eventually the woman pushed her maid away. "Thank you, Cindy. An excellent job, as usual." No problem," the maid said licking the last of the cum from her lips.She turned to Chuck and bent over his soft, sticky cock. He was engulfed by her mouth. Her tongue swirled around, bathing his cock. Her huge,. Bobby remembered the admonition to aim for the horse, not for the man, and squeezed off his first shot. He had levered in a new round before the Indians were aware of being shot at.He had hit the last horse in line in the shoulder, and it dropped immediately and rolled. Bobby did not have time to see the ultimate fate of the rider, but there was no way that he was not injured by the fall. Bobby fired his second shot before the first man stopped rolling across the ground. This time, the bullet.