His dark hair, slightly silvered at the sides, was immaculately combed, cut into his nape. His suit was obviously expensive, well tailored and fit as ...it was designed; Paul Smith, she thought.Jean appraised him, judging his age to be around middle forties. His brown leather shoes that complimented the rest of his garb were polished to a high shine, almost patent in lustre.She realised he was smiling with an enigmatic lift of one corner of his sensuous mouth. Small creases at the edge of his eyes. "Where are we?" I demanded."Dropping through twenty-five thousand feet over central Kansas," thepilot replied without turning toward me. His face was white - it didn'texactly instill any confidence."Can you shut everything down and restart?" I asked more calmly than Ifelt."We've tried," he replied. "Nothing seems to have any effect." Have you issued a distress call?" We still don't have any communications either. Now how about going backto your seat and let us handle this?" You haven't been. The monster pulled back. It slowly thrust in and out. Each time she felt her body open as it drove deep. The machine clicked and the dildo inched deeper. It clicked on each of the next three cycles and each time it went deeper. And each time her body opened farther. After the fourth click, it pressed hard into her, and when it reached the deepest point, her body opened farther and she shook with an orgasm that came from that deep place where the monster was tearing her apart.While she was still. I’m from Brooklyn, myself… Liberty Ave., right down the street from The Grant Caffe—best grits in Brooklyn. Of course, everyone in my neighborhood raves about El Castillo DE Jagua, but you know me, Lara, I only order the burgers when I go there… too much spice, you know what I mean, Lara?” Actually, Johnny was wasting his time with the local color—it was OBVIOUS he was a New Yorker and my guess would’ve been a Brooklyn-er too. But he had me at the handshake and the Bulgari Blu. I was going to.