The sun gleamed off of her pretty white dress, the one she had begged and pleaded mommy for. She had been forced to wait for her birthday, but even th...ugh it had seemed an eternity, it had still been a delight to open the package and try it on for the first time. She loved the way it swished when she moved, and how the ruffles fell so perfectly around her scrawny shoulders, hiding her knobbly elbows and knees better than any of her other dresses. Mrs. Anderson had tried to get her to come play. The Vale lay far below, almost invisible in the thickening mist. "I bet the Wiseman is as gnarly and twisted as this tiny pine," I announced, grateful for the curiously strong branches supporting me, however twisted. "Young man, if you are finished resting," a voice drifted down from the next ledge above me. "I could sure use a hand." I sighed, loudly, and crawled out of my nest to resume climbing. A strange sight met my eyes as I peeked over the next ledge. A very large man dressed in bright. A nod towards the scantily clad pilots and flight attendants sent them scurrying to prepare the plane for the three passengers to board. Chelsea and Dirk gathered their carry-ons and equipment while Dirk launched into a monologue about the pressures that went along with having money. Chelsea flipped her recording device to “on” and stuck it in her pocket with a weary glance at Liam. It was going to be a long flight. The private jet was truly spectacular, and exactly what Chelsea would have. My head shot back and I screamed while my juices flowed down over his balls. When I came back down Lucas pulled me off of his cock with a loud popping sound and sat me on my back with my legs hanging off of the bed. He stood and walked between my thighs and bent at the waist so he could lick my cunt from top to bottom. “Fuck, you even taste good. I will do that later, but right now I need to cum.” With that he rammed his monster back inside of me. From this position it was much easier to take.