It was a little leather headpiece that did for her, shaped like a horses head with plumes, it disguised her utterly and with Mme Richards aid at the L...ndon Club was my trap sprung.I took her on the forenoon train from Dorchester, she attired as near as we could contrive as a respectable young woman, yet she knew from the outset that I was taking her to a London brothel, and yet she did not demur.The hustle and bustle of the metropolis might have frightened her but to the outside she was. 32C tits and a nice tight pussy top off the woman I love. I pulled up outside my house, turning the ignition off at the same time pulling on the handbrake. Shutting the van door to, strolling up to the house whilst finding the right key on my overloaded key ring, I noticed Janes keys were on the inside of the door. I had loads of thoughts bursting into my head. What was she still doing at home, was she sick? Why hadnt she told me ? Was she in there with somebody else ? Is everything ok? I tried. ”We landed at the airport in Mississippi. Mister Jester had her rolled out in the sun, bright yellow, decked out in the livery of the World War II training facility in Pensacola, Florida. Lovely. She shines.“Here she is, Mizz Cindy,” Mister Jester said.“Beautiful.”“She prob’ly ain’t shined like this since she left the factory,” he smiled. “We flew ‘er yesterday to double-check the rigging. She’s straight and true.”The guy behind him smiled broadly. “I’m Brian Price. Mister Jester hides me. I’m. I went online and fiddled with my Facebook page for a few minutes to check updates, but kept getting drawn back to pictures of me and Todd doing things together, laughing and smiling. How could I get us back to that place? How far gone were we? The rum I was drinking only helped to aggravate my increasingly helpless feelings about our situation. I looked at a picture of us together at a poker table. I remembered the night. It took place at an old friend's house, and Todd had won the tournament..