Are you sure they'll fit?" Yes, Sir." I'm a Sergeant ... not a Sir. I work for a living. Three hundred bucks." I thought they were one fifty each?" Th...y are if you fly them out like most everyone is doing. Drive over to that hangar ... you'll see."So I drove over to the hangar. There were stacks of crated L4's. The crates were narrower than I figured. I suppose it was because the landing gear was off. That narrowed the crate. The wings fit one to each side of the fuselage. Three crates fit my. Gorgeous, full breasted women, and hefelt self-conscious, again, about the slender, girlishness of hisfigure.Searching through the piles of bikinis, he thought of begging off, buthe didn't want the other girls to think he was a wimp. My God, hethought. You've saved the world. Are you actually going to be afraidnow to put on a bathing suit? Besides, everyone keeps telling me howpretty I am.After dithering here and there, he pulled a suit out of the pile andsmiled. Lex would love me in this,. 'Beautiful, Great, Sexy', his mouth poured out everything a girl wanted to hear when she is desired and when I returned to the point where I originally stood, he suddenly ordered me to finger myself on camera.I thought I was going to faint and my knees gave way slightly as I stood wavering and slightly shocked. Imagining this scenario in my head at night was one thing, actually hearing a grown adult suggest it, was another and as I looked back at him, behind the camera focused on my pussy, I. My employer's niece is engaged to be married to an aristocrat's son from Riga. Perhaps you've heard of him, Kasper Hochenlaufen, heir to the Duke of Ventspils, just North of..." Yes, yes!" Yvgeny cut her off. His head exploded at the news. Surely there must be some mistake? Or maybe this woman was lying to him for some unknown reason? Gathering himself, and still holding the door ajar to the annoyance of the maid, he asked, "may I see your employer?"Yvgeny needed every ounce of control, of.