”“Of course, Princess. It was taken that way.”“Thank you, Sir.”In a very respectful tone of voice, the piggy said, “Please forgive me, Mis... Amy, but may your Sir’s “property” ask just Who or what this “Demon” is? I heard Miss Laura say that word a couple of times earlier, but my mind didn’t really grasp that it could be something that was real until you just made it sound VERY real, Miss Amy.”Amy said, “That’s because he IS real. Very Real. Trust me on that, pig.”My Princess then looked at me. Student. Little sister. Proud of ya, so yes. Be careful.”“If I wanna hotdog, I won’t use THIS thing. Flies like a box truck.”“That’s the other side of the equation. Make sure you stay ahead of the plane. You know...”“I can’t run it like anything else I’ve flown,” I said.“Yeah. Do that.”Right after breakfast we had everybody and everything on board. I’d met all the techs we were bringing for the job. After all, we all work together. They know I fly. I gave ‘em the pre-flight briefing. Advised. The men roared with frustrated enjoyment. The dreaming Chelsie was now in her element as Miss March's performance reached new heights of wanton seductiveness. This part of the dance she protracted for as long as she could, allowing the men increasingly frequent glimpses of her thighs and occasionally her rosy-pink behind, but keeping the last vestige of her attire in place.But finally the tableau had to reach its climax. Miss March turned away, and with a coy glance over her shoulder unfastened. Wie konnte ich glauben, dass es schwierig sein konnte, wenn es doch so einfach war.Unverständlich.Ich ging pfeifend unter die Dusche. Pfiff immer noch, als ich mir Frühstück machte. Wenn das anatomisch möglich wäre, hätte ich sogar während des Essens weiter gepfoffen. Gepfiffen.So beschränkte ich mich auf summen.Nach dem Frühstück überlegte ich, wie ich die Zeit verbringen konnte. Ich sollte ja erst gegen 4 bei ihr sein.Da kam mir die Idee: Ein Mixed-Tape! Ja, das war es!Mit den schönsten.