She felt him moving inside her, faster and harder, his ragged breathing filling her ears.He thrust harder as though he fucked with a purpose. Kristen ...losed her eyes tightly and whimpered as she felt him cum, depositing his load inside her all their nasty. This show aroused the others, and Kristen lay unresisting, staring at the ceiling and crying softly, while the other men again began taking turns on top of her.It started all over again. One by one, the men lined up and fucking her hard and. Mr. Grant was just out of college and could already see he didn’t want to do portraits and weddings the rest of his life. He’d done a few pageants and he told my parents that I had a unique look. He suggested that I could make a living being a model.My dad liked that idea even less. He had read about the wild parties, drugs and sex that young models had. His thirteen-year-old daughter was not getting involved in any of that. Mr. Grant said that we should find out if he was right before we. "Oh, no, little girl. You're still flying." I crossed my arms."Eek!" she squealed, grabbing the yoke. We did a quick little porpoise move as her untrained hands wiggled the yoke in and out.I put my hands back on my yoke and went along as I talked her through navigating back to the airfield and setting up in the traffic pattern, then had her fly along with me as we landed. We taxied back to the hangar and she and I pushed the old plane back into its shelter.We got back in the truck. "Wow!" she. Waking upHe found himself surrounded with darkness, so dark, not even a hand before his face could be seen, not that he could lift his hand, or any other part of his body for that matter, though he tried, but discovered his wrists in solid handcuffs behind his back, feeling the hard unyielding metal and the sound of the very short chain between the links.The cuffs in turn, were fastened to a ring bolted securely to the floor, making him lay on his side the only possibilty of posture.His ankles.