I asked Shannon if she had a pen then quickly signed for the planes. The Pilot seemed quite satisfied that he had gotten his paperwork all signed unti... I called him back."Excuse me! Don't you require identification or are you just going to assume I am who I say I am?" I asked."Yes, I guess identification would be in order, do you have any?" he said."No, I don't but I think Shannon here has my wallet with her. She can probably show you something with a picture on it, she looks after most things. The pleasure crashed through Abigail's mind. She was so close to Dream-Abigail. They were in perfect sync, their assholes contracting together, their pleasure rippling out of their cunts together.Their flesh merged, becoming malleable. Her face sank into Dream-Abigail's cunt. Their bodies sank together to become one, united by their shared pleasure. Abigail's tits sank into Dream-Abigail's stomach.Rebellion flooded Abigail's mind. The desire to disobey Faust's orders and kill the bitch keeping. They’ve been going at it for some time now and I think it’s time you did something about it.A Friend.I picked up the phone.‘Hello Jackie, can you get hold of Ivan in I.T.?’‘Certainly Mr Shaftoe, I’ll track him down and get him to call you’‘Thank you Jackie. Quick as you can please.’I’d never been one for knee jerk reactions. Sara used to laugh about how long it took me to get angry or react to frightening situations. In my university days, I had an accident on my motorbike. The engine seized on. "But honey," I said, trying to gain control of the conversation again, "It’s one thing for us to talk about things like sex and masturbation, and then it’s another for us to listen to each other as we do it." "Gosh mom, you were playing with yourself too?" he asked, obviously excited. Uh oh, I thought. I knew that I had accidently confirmed what I thought he already knew. How was I going to get out of this? I quickly decided to try the clinical, honest approach. "Well, yes," I offered,.