They were getting the plane ready for takeoff for their flight to the Virgin Islands.Sally, a lovely buxom brunette, just smiled. “I have one in min..., captain,” she said seductively. “Reddish-brown hair, blue eyes, nice tits, and a sexy ass. She’s in seat 3B. I will ask her once we are up in the air and I get all the drinks taken care of for the First-Class passengers.”Link smiled, “Nice going, Sally!”Once in the air, Sally approached the woman, who looked to be about mid-twenties. Personally,. The naked passenger screamed. "I think I will fuck you," the guard declared. Susan whimpered. She wanted to protest again, but she dared not. Her ass stung from the blow of the baton, and she had no doubt that the guard would not hesitate to rain down several more, even harder blows, just as Madame Sharon was wont to do whenever Susan forgot herself and voiced a complaint or an objection. She bit her lips, while warm tears streamed down her face. If the guard rammed the baton up her ass, the. I wanted to be a good neighbor so I leashed up the dog and went over to help the two young men. I introduced myself to Mrs. Silva, she was a mid 40's something white women, with impressive set of double D's and nice round hips. Her red hair just fell below her shoulders. I helped the two men with moving furniture and welcomed Mrs. Silva to the neighborhood. She was a sweet woman, asked me to come by later for cookies. A week later I kept thinking about Mrs. Silva and her offer, I laid in bed. I sat back down on the end of her bed, I unzipped a secret department and pulled out a dusty, wrinkled picture of Samantha when she was 16. I handed it to her."When at the worst battles, or times in the war I looked at this picture for encouragement. You have no idea how many times this picture has saved me," I said.She looked at me, blushing and said "Wow Hunter, I didn't know that you relied on me so much," Samantha said. Giggling."Smart-ass," I said.We caught ourselves staring at each other.