I was just so scared,’ and she burst into tears. John rolled to his side and wrapped his other arm around her squeezing her to him as she continued ...obbing. Both Linda and Adriana gave what comfort they could and spoke softly to her to help soothe her. They both knew it was only John who could give her what she needed most, his love. He provided that in spades. His arms held her tightly to make her feel as physically secure as possible. He kept up a soft crooning to her as he continually kissed. That will make this go faster."Turning to look at the teen's mother, I gasped. "Shit! Why do you have a video camera?" Well, that photo is nice, but I think a video of Samantha talking like a cock crazy slut will really shut my mother up for financing that ridiculous Mexican boob job." Mommy! That's mean," Samantha protested."I guess you want to be grounded for five months then." No, but..." No buts. You can make this video or you can be grounded."Samantha sighed, "Alright, what am I. "Where's the other scout?"I caught up with her as she was about to mount the short set of steps. "Got time for me?" I asked in a whisper."Get in line," she said with a laugh and hurried out.Anna McIntyre was only twenty, fresh out of some girls' school in the West and undoubtedly the best pilot that we had of the four tiny scout planes the Annapolis carried, leftover from an earlier time. They were old but powerful Curtis biplanes, the F9C-2 officially, and without their landing gear they were. ‘Yes,’ I breathed, my eyelids fluttering closed and his hand ventured underneath my skirts, his fingertips teasing the sensitive swollen flesh of my sex over the flimsy linen of my drawers. ‘Yes, what?’ he whispered. ‘What am I to call you?’ His eyes glittered dangerously and I felt a moment of fear followed by another surge of seep arousal. ‘Master.’ He looked down at my, lightly pinching the fleshy lips below between his fingertips. The sensation rippled through me and I fell back against.