” Susan put her robe on and stood before the bathroom mirror to dry her hair and put her makeup on. Soon it would be 8:00 and she needed to be ready...as Bill instructed. She thought to herself, “How does this guy do this to me? He uses me, humiliates me, fucks me and generally treats me like shit. Yet every time he tells me what to do or calls be some foul name, my pussy turns into a faucet.” At two minutes before 8:00, Susan hung up her robe and walked into the living room to comply with her. She picks up her water bottle and uses a napkin to wipe some of the sweat from her body. She feels two strong arms slide around her from behind and a tongue work its way along an exposed shoulder. She shivers with delight and squirms against Wilson as she turns to kiss his lips. "Miss me?" He runs his hands along her back while staring into her eyes and chuckles, "Of course, and I wouldn't want you to steal all of the water..." She swats his arm as Hector chimes in to their side, "You two need. Pam came around the counter and stood on her tiptoes."Where?" Right here. See?" he said.Pam put her hand on his shoulder. Finally, she saw the few gray hairs mixed with the little bit of hair he had left, but it was not the hair she noticed. He smelled good, even over the smell of the chicken and hamburgers. He felt good, too. His shoulder was hard muscle under the light polo shirt."I see," Pam said.Mr. Thorn straightened up, pulling his shoulder out from under her hand. He sighed."Yep, I'm. He looked at me an shrugged. I got into the jumpsuit and into the plane put on the helmet ( Leather ) rigged with radio so we could talk to each other. It was really a pleasant trip, he as an instructor did what he does best... he instructed. By the time we reached our destination I was a pretty good pilot... as long as I didn't have to take off or land. We had to refuel more than once so I guess I could have tried that also but didn't...Something about he didn't want to kill me before he.