Sound good?" "Okay!"Robbie pulled out and set up the massage table with special features that he had personally designed. He lit several scented candl...s and placed them around the room. He warmed several containers of variously scented massage oils in a large bowl of warm water, plugged in the cord that extended from one of the table legs and ran through a checklist of tests on various functions. He had just completed all of his preparations when Trey softly knocked on the door."May I help you,. Mandy was surprised that, as she felt chunks her own shit, her father's shit, piss from both of them, and her vomited breakfast move slowly down her throat, it was her daddy's cum which made her gag again - slimy, thick, incredibly salty, she wasn't ready for it, and as it dripped slowly into her stomach, she felt herself about to throw up again.Fighting back tears, she opened her mouth to show her daddy, desperately fighting her gag reflex. He pointed to the toilet bowl again. "Get a chunk. Angelina prepped his airborne bed with pillows and blanket, then sat across the aisle and remained alert for any sign from Sheldon of a need. When he finally snored, she too closed her eyes and napped. Hours later the annunciator dinged, waking the sleepers. The captain asked them to belt in since he could not avoid some turbulence ahead. Turbulence was one of Sheldon’s favorite parts of any flight. He half raised his seat to an angle, pushed aside the terry robe panels, fastened the seat belt. The boy climbed in after him and slid the door shut."No need to tie you up, Mr. Winston. That stuff Uncle Frank had me put in your latte will work even better than rope."The van driver door slammed, and Jon heard a motor start."You were always a man of strong habit, John," the man said. "We found that out when they let us read the results of the investigation into... into Barbara's... death. You'd been going into that Starbucks since the week after it opened. After your... acquittal..." he spat.