. oh my, yew are a pretty one ... Yer goin' to be my cunt now, and I'm goin' to fuck yew up until yew forget yore 'yuman!" Were the awful words to whi...h I awoke.Powerful hands were stripping me, efficiently removing my rough prison dress, my bra, my wee-sodden knickers. It was midsummer; it always seemed to be summer when my life went crazy. The cell was like an oven, and I dumbly, dazedly thought for a second that it felt good to be naked. But the woman who owned this space was crowding me,. " Please!" Don't talk!" I commanded.Slowly I began to unbuckle my belt. She attempted to wiggle her ass closer as she heard the sound of my belt. As I unzipped my pants and pulled them and my underwear down, my cock sprang out like a jack in the box. I moved in closer toward her clitoris. Careful not to go inside her, I teased her by rubbing my cock against her moist pussy."Come on. Give it to me," She pleaded."I told you not to talk!" I said."I'm sorry. It won't happen again." Damn right it. But I didn’t know the motor mounts were deficient. 75 horsepower per wasn’t worth the risk. And 100 octane against 80/90 cost too much.I had all four T1B2 engines off and shipped to P&W before I discovered the weight difference.The white Coast Guard SNB was an actual warbird ... flown on anti submarine patrol in 1943 ... with three tuna schools and two Right whales to her credit ... much to the chagrin of Lieutenant J.J. Foster, her pilot.The five overpainted U-Boat silhouettes under the left. Her breast were firm enough that there was no sag to them at all. Many times she asked herself why she even bothered putting one on for work.She looked down at her chest and could see that her mounting excitement was showing through her nipples. In a matter of seconds they had stiffened into hard peaks.Next, she unsnapped her tight jeans and peeled them down her long slender legs, dragging her panties along with them. Once down to her ankles she kicked them across the room. There she stood in.