Tom sat down and continued to put his papers away. "Oh, that. It's okay, Bree. I would just appreciate it if you tried to be on time in the future. It... really is disruptive." He had honestly already forgotten about it, but really had better things to do right now than assuage the guilt of a mediocre student. Bree reached the edge of his desk and leaned over with her arms pushed together. Tom glanced up and finally met her eyes. Such intensity there. Fucking hell. He had never noticed how. The 910 feet it needed for takeoff made it suitable for the short runways that are found in remote sites. The Stationair could land in 735 feet. The cruising speed is listed at 142 nautical miles, which calculates to a little over 163 statute miles per hour. Nautical miles can be converted to statute miles by multiplying nautical miles by 1.1508.Cessna had done an excellent job designing this airplane. With the six leather seats and the interior appointments the plane was posh enough for. I’m fucked out. I’ll take you to the kitchen. You can figger the rest out.?He uncuffed me from the bed, helped me stand, and walked me to the kitchen. As usual, he held my breasts as we walked. Walking was tricky in those damn ballet boots. In the kitchen he put leg irons on me further restricting my walking, sat down at the table and told me to make enough for the both of us. ?What would you like Ace???Steak, cunt, and broccoli. Gimme a beer!?I got him a beer and started the meal. While. Karen entered their home carrying a briefcase and in need of a good drink.Henry had gotten home before her and did their routine of stripping naked and putting his clothes in the wash and taking a shower. Karen did the same and stripped naked to shower as Henry came out of the bedroom. Watching her walk naked into the shower gave him an instant hardon. He was transfixed by her nudity. As a cuckold it was knowing other men enjoyed her body that made him, somehow, entranced by it. He felt a need.