“I want it.”“What do you want?.”“I want you in me,” Maggie pleaded quietly.“That’s not what I asked.”“I want you to fuck me," she ...almost whispered, her voice shaking.“Louder.”“Fuck me, please. Fuck me, Simon,” she panted.With that Simon entered her and aggressively pumped in and out, and Maggie gasped. “Yeesss, fuck me, fuck me. Harder. Fuck me harder.” I was stunned. She never spoke like this to me. I felt that I hardly knew my own wife any more.As Simon pounded her, Maggie started to lose. ..there is like 5 keys aboard this plane...go on do 6 more lines upeach nostril...lets party!!" I snorted one line each nostril alternatinguntil I did all 12 lines. This batch of coke was like from anotherdist...like ummm brand cuz like it wasn't completely powder and like somelittle rocks of coke went up my nose hole and like hurt but like omigawd Ihaven't like done this much blow like ever and like I was like soooo hornyand like going like a cajillion miles an hour. I quickly spread my. Tactfully. If I really started to piss them off my odds of getting out of this room in one healthy piece would start getting mighty slim, and I already had a decent headache from the effort of just making it here in one piece and surviving the last three minutes!Pilsner had the real brains of our duo, but even as a kid, I was always the calm and cool one when threatened or under pressure. In the Abattoir you learn to fight nearly as soon as you can stand, but more importantly you also learn. Joan, who was about eight yearsolder than me, unwrapped some stockings and shoes. Joan was also verytightly corseted, and moved slowly. Aunt Lucy was rigid from below herseat right up to her shoulders, and was held firm by her tight andheavily boned corsets. She soon had me fitted with the stockings andhigh heels.....*****When life has reached its lowest ebb, things can only get better. Aftertaking some time to regain my lost confidence and thinking of variousways to change my approach to shop.