I mean I always had a copy of Fiesta or escort, and I usually did have a wank at least once a day, so why not.My first victim was a lovely middle-aged...woman in Bristol. I’d been there for 2 nights already and I asked if she’d mind me having new towels. She was all but too happy to keep her guest happy. So I lay on the bed totally naked, mag open and cock in hand. I’d read the entire mag before I heard her coming up the stairs. My heart raced away with a mixture of panic and excitement. As. If it weren't for that one evening, I'd probably be sitting and holding her hand right now, running my fingers over those three little scars- the symbol of our scientific progress."Do you have Mead?" I asked the bartend. I hadn't been to this place before. If I had a choice, I'd keep drinking at my old familiar joint. But when a raccoon jumps from out of a cabinet, biting the health inspector and giving him rabies, you know the place is getting shut down."No." The bartend said, in a sort of. While they were eating, the jet got re-fueled. After lunch, Alice and Pam preflighted the jet and then took off while Felicity and Dave watched. The hop from there to St. Louis was short for them; less than an hour.Like most of her predecessors, Felicity decided to dress sexy for the afternoon ride to wherever they’d stop for the night. As they prepared to leave the airport for the trip north, she shed her shorts and her blouse, stuffing them into her bag. Underneath, she wore a bikini – a very. The fact that she knew she was wearing no panties only made it more obscene. Her long toned legs were fully displayed and the high heels made them seem even longer. But setting the tone of the whole picture was her collar. The slave stared at it fascinated and appalled. The shiny steel circled her neck leaving no question as to her status. Anyone could see she was a slave. She hung her head in shame, thanking God that no one but her mistress could see her, while at the same time wishing for.