Then he left too and I shrugged my shoulders. "Huh, that was weird. Maybe I'll catch Nadine in a bit," I said before I headed to my room. I went into ...y room and shut the door. "Well, I don't know how they'd be going through a rough patch already. She is beautiful and I'd gladly be screwing her every five minutes if I was with her," I pointed out, lying down on my bed. "Her boobs are just the right size for her body, unlike Quinn's bosoms. They are just a little big, even for me. I'd also like. She extended her hand to mine, the special braided belt in it. "That's my good girl," I said, taking the leather and stretching it across Trixie's genitals.She moaned. I wanted to use this belt because, though it hurts, it was actually somewhat kinder than the Old Faithful belt that Misty characterized as the PussyBiter. I started sucking Trixie's clit while Misty tried to swallow my Boy. She tenderly caressed my scrotum and I slid a sharp, slightly moistened finger, right into Trixie's. Something did ‘stink’, but we couldn’t put our fingers on it. The company seemed to absolutely hemorrhage money its last couple of years. Fraud? Incompetence? Plain old vanilla Misapplication of Funds? No one could tell for sure. A conference call with the FAA accident investigators responsible for the inquiries into both plane crashes was both enlightening and futile. They were both indeed ‘a bit suspect’, but had been at the end attributed to ‘pilot error’, a ‘possible fuel contaminate’ and. He massaged my ass cheeks and scratched my back. His strong body pressed against mine. He pinned my arms at my sides and held my head down, his breath hot on my neck. "You love this, don't you?" he whispered. "You love being held down. You're so helpless. I could do anything I want to you right now, and you couldn't do a thing about it. So ... vulnerable." He chuckled. He balled my hair up in his fist and jerked my head back. "I know you like having your hair pulled too." With my throat so.