The place had multiple pools, a Jacuzzi, and a well-equipped gym, which Dave made use of before dinner.After a morning run and cleaning up, Dave rode ...is Harley to the Cessna Aircraft factory. He checked in at what appeared to be the visitor center, and met a pretty young woman to whom he expressed his hope to get a tour of their manufacturing plant. She asked, “Jet or prop?”Dave said, “Jet. I have a Cessna Citation X and thought I’d like to see how they’re made.”“What company?”“Errr, just me.. Well ... the Fed Alphabet Soup knows but it ain't official ... yet.Harold called. "Mr. Anderson?" Speaking." I'm Harold Franklin calling for my dad, Ben, of Franklin's Flying Service and Aircraft Restoration out of Lansing, Michigan." You have my aircraft?" Came in today ... those are some big containers. The truckers are here and we need permission to crack the seals so we can inspect. Just so you know ... Immigration and Drugs are here too." Crack away, Mr. Franklin. Unless someone else is. I wasn’t surprised when Patty joined me. ‘If we’re going to fuck and suck all week, let’s get you prepared for it,’ she said. With that, she moved me from the spray of the showerhead, and with scissors in hand, proceeded to kneel and trim the hair around my cock. Her touch was all it took to stiffen me. And then, with the skill of a nurse, she lathered my cock and balls and carefully shaved me. ‘That’s feels incredible,’ I cried, when she was finished. ‘Now, do me,’ she pleaded, handing over. My eyes darted from his upper body to his eyes, those eyes held such confidence and the knowledge that he was in control and allowing me to visually feast on him. "Enjoying what you see?" he said in a sultry tone. "Yes, you are beautiful." was all I could muster hearing his voice and looking to his eyes. His dark eyes held a fire that was new to me and a bit chilling. I wanted to stop him, but his hand was to my mouth stopping my words. "I am no one’s eye candy and especially not from a slut.