"Hello, Ms. McCarver," he said after Christine rolled down the window."Hi, Jon. I thought I told you to call me Christine." You did, and your Dad want... me to call you 'Ms. McCarver', and he signs the checks," Jon said as coolly as if he were reading the phonebook. "You aren't on the list today." It's a surprise." Well, they'll be happy to see you," Jon signaled toward the shack and the gate opened. "Good to see you again, Ms. McCarver... same to you, Lisa."Christine watched as Jon walked away.. .please",Ingrid said looking at the Monk who was watching Erik lower his trousers. The Monk put the camera on a table and moved towards Ingrid saying,"Well young lady it seems that I must thrash you!" Seems that way," Ingrid said allowing the Monk to catch her by her ear and lead her to another chair opposite the Nun and Erik. As the Monk sat down and also fumbled with the belt on Ingrid's jeans ,Ingrid watched as the Nun roughly pulled down Erik's shorts and ordered him over her knee."You. She lay there, legs spread apart, only the heels of her high heels remained on the table top. Her wet, pink pussy lips parted by her fingers and her glistening clit revealed between the folds of her cunt."Yes, apparently she is a slut." Her father said. "She's just like her mother, she's intent on humiliating this family further by being a piece of fuck-meat. We need to punish this slut." As he said this he slid his fingers into open pussy again. This time a little slower, a little more. The ... fuck ... is ... in ... charge!”A man pushed through, “that would be me.”I looked him over, “would you be so kind as to explain why there are no flight stewards aboard or men on the shuttle?”He growled and took a step, “listen here son...”I growled, “shut the fuck up! Someone explain to me why they allowed a bomb to be planted on this shuttle!”There was instant silence and I shook my head again, “enough. You are fired. Who is the second in command?”Another man lifted his hand and I.