Apparently, even though relatively few were trusting enough to volunteer, there were not enough "qualified practitioners" or "operators" to safely per...orm the "procedures". But my time came soon enough, and I found myself in my nice clean orange jump suit, wrists shackled to a waist chain, hobbled by short ankle chains, walking down the hall to A Block, where the segregated prisoners and torture took place. I was nervous, sure, but also eager to get it over with. If it worked out, I figured I. I could have cried she was still looking at me just laughing " please miss please I beg you I'll do anything " "you'll do anything anyway you piece of shit " she wickedly said whilst still laughing " Right come here give miss a kiss it's time I was going home ". I went over to her and we both kissed a long tender smooch "you've ruined my lippy you fucker" she said as she slapped me around the face again before walking out the door and leaving me there in the hotel room alone sat on the edge of. I can call Bob, have him meet us there, if you want to go up in my airplane.”“Your airplane. That’s just cool...” she laughed.“Yeah, when people think it’s a Gulfstream or something. Seventy-year-old Cubs are another thing. Nobody knows what I’m talking about.”Jess got her airplane ride. I’m on track right now. Instructor says I’m ready to go. All I have to do is stay proficient until I turn seventeen, then I get my private license. In the meantime, I can go drag the old airplane out and fly by. “I love you Ulani,” he had murmured trying to reclaim her breast when she pushed him off. He wasn’t cognisant she realised, and he was still delirious. She let go of his face, and he immediately reclaimed her breast. She squirmed, trying to get out of the bed. It only made him suck harder and fuck into her harder with his fingers.“My Ulani,” she heard him mumble against her breast before he wrapped his tongue back around her taut nipple. She finally managed to push him off her and crawled out.