They arrived at the Panama airport and were greeted with a torrential downpour which wasn’t unusual for this time of year. In fact, it was pretty mu...h a daily afternoon ‘feature’. They wound their way through the slow immigration lineup and eventually emerged from the airport into the hot and sticky environment which is Panama. The rain had stopped, at least for now. They grabbed a cab and prepared themselves to be ripped off on the fare which seemed to be a local pastime by the cabbies when it. She woke up her mind focusing on the man with the clawed hand, how did he do this to her a little Monster eating on her pretty clit, a other super tiny creature part of the massive fat cock that had somehow come to abuse her tiny pussy with it little hands rubbing on her G Spot, each time it glided passed it, making her bust all over herself, and moan loudly nonstop.Although this was to much for her confused mind to handle, for her mouth was also being used by gigantic monstrous fat dick, that. On this particular Thursday I remember feeling pretty good about the way I had completed that day's assignments and as I got out of the pool to shower and change Mrs. Wilson called me over to where she was standing. It would be my first solo interaction with Mrs. Wilson."How do you think your progressing Bradley?" Please Mrs. Wilson; call me Brad and actually I think I am doing pretty well. What do you think?" Sorry, Brad it is. Well I think you are a promising student. Look Brad, I would like. ‘ We left the station and got into her van. I noticed that in the back were a number of old chairs, no doubt to become part of her stock in trade. We had only a little distance to go since Hannah’s shop was in the main street and the street itself fronted the railway line. Chapter 3. The Shop. The shop was a great surprise. Most of the commercial premises were single storied, but Hannah’s was two storied. The shop being downstairs, living and sleeping was officially upstairs, although.