I shoved the hangar doors open, and, opening the door, settled my bag into the compartment behind the Cessna’s front seats.I ducked under the strut,...and nearly ran into a large man. He was dressed in jeans and a work shirt, and there were two more men with him. None of them looked friendly.“Hello, Melody,” the closest of them said. “Your uncle misses you, and he asked us to bring you back home.”I tried to run past them, but they grabbed me roughly as I darted past. “Ow! Let go!” I shouted.“Get. "Well keep sucking them until they stop milking you little bitch" she said and I went back to my original position. I kept sucking them and sucking them until the milk stopped running down my throat. I stopped sucking them and began fondling my own brests while moaning in pleasure. "Now get on the bed you little bitch and strip yourself of your slut cloathing" she said with a strict tone. I nodded and striped myself while walking to the bed. I felt furry cuffs go around my hands and. I said to go ahead, but to not cause any fuss. They nodded solemnly and went over. After a few moments of awkwardness, they were all talking and laughing. Ben looked bored and pulled his blonde’s head between his legs.There was a stumble in the girl’s conversation, but they restarted with just a bit more animation, as they tried to ignore what was happening underneath the table. I thought Ben was being rude, but, hey, he had to run his life and I had to run mine. Maybe Tiffi was having trouble. I find that they slightly hinder the conception process if you know what I mean. In fact it’s been so long since I used one I’ve almost forgotten what one looks like, although since smells linger in the memory longer and better than visual things I can remember what latex and spermicide smell like together. And when you mix in sweaty sex that just brings back memories of the Havendale Drive-In and watching Hellbound: Hellraiser 2, kind of sort of, from the backseat of a ‘76 Mustang.I could.