She hated the corset it was so restricting, she could not bend,breath and it dug in under her ribs. She had also being wearing high 6? heels,although ...he had not seen the shoes or the corset for tonight's outing as Jerry(??. Master) had handled those. Pinky went back upstairs and sat down at her dressing table, sitting downat the low stool was uncomfortable in the tight cincher and the high-heeledboots. First she undid the high collar of the frilly pink massively befrilledfloor length. I waved her over.“Hi girl, whaddya doin’ here; the boss needs you,” I said, dead panning.“Yeah, I had to take some personal time. Hubby dumped me. It seems he needs someone with a younger point of view to help get him through the daily grind: significantly younger actually, like twenty years younger,” she said.“Oh my God,” I said. “I am so sorry, Marianne. That’s awful.”“Thanks. It happens. Happens to a lot of people. Just another statistic in the long and unmourned history of failed domestic. I figured at worst, Hal and I would have to share a bed while Jamal took the second bed in our room. Nobody was sharing with the 323 pound offense guard unless they were VERY close to him.Our flight pulled away from the gate in Mobile at 11:11 am, a minute ahead of schedule. The flight to Charlotte was smooth. We headed straight for the flight board when we debarked from the plane from Mobile. Flight 1578 to Philadelphia was still listed as on-time. Our group headed for our gate.A long line of. ”With that the 2 sister fly up into the air in a kind of forbidden mating ritual, their bat like wings whipping the centuries stale air of the cockpit around as they hold each other in sexual congress, the redhead biting into her sister neck puncturing her neck wit her fangs nearly draining her sister of all life force before she uses her agile deadly tail to penetrate her mate’s bald pussy.It does not take long for the invasive fucking pointed tail of the captain to bring her sister’s pussy.