The rich is entitled to their own money. The poor folk ought to have more, and the guys in the middle they shouldn't have to pay for it," Dick stated....Can you explain that?" Well it ain't rocket science Lucy. The rich people had to get their money somehow. Some made it fair and square, some inherited theirs while others down right stole it. However it happened, it's a good thing. It keeps the American dream alive. If we all got paid the same, nobody would have a reason to work anymore." But. Whether by providence or sheer dumb luck, there was no cop on the road looking to net early-morning speeders, and they made it all the way to the airport unmolested, rushing through a sleeping Bangor.The charter company was located in a dark corner of the airport. There was a sleek twin-engine propeller plane sitting in front of the hangar, and a lanky gray-haired man in jeans and leather jacket was walking around it with a checklist."You're the fella who called, I reckon," the man said by way. She told Cris that she had better swallow it all and not let a drop of her Mistress's precious cum escape or she would fail this final test, and Mistress Ambyr really wanted Cris for her slut.She came harder until she pushed the last mouthful of cum out and felt her slut swallow it down then slid off her hot mouth. Mistress Ambyr looked at her little slut's glistening face covered with her juice and saw that she had swallowed all her cum."Very good! Little slut, you did it, I'm so proud of you,. Shit! Frankie thought, she hadn’t put any on, how an earth did that happen, all thoughts left her as his expert tongue found the nub of her clit, pulling her lips apart with his fingers, he started a slow lick of it, backwards and forwards biting it gently, Frankie holding her breath as the sensations of his tongue working her clit washed over her, she pulled the top of her dress down and started to squeeze both nipples hard in time with Rich’s tongue, his fingers now opening the lips of her.