With L it is different. Once she saw what I was watching, she laughed. Never one to waste an opportunity to show her superiority, L improvised and hum...iliated me.She took my iPad, made me follow her down the stairs and told me to get underdressed. Embarrassed and lost for words, I could not think of anything else than taking off my clothes.“Sit down on the couch with your hands behind your back,” L told me in a voice that was sweet and commanding at the same time.I sat down and folded my hands. M. Does that work?Yes, thank you. She saw Mac staring out the window and put her arms around his waist. “I’ve packed what I feel we will need in Chicago and sent the rest on to Cheval Edinburgh Grand Hotel. They will keep our luggage in storage until we arrive. I have our reservation starting next Monday tentatively and have us staying for a week. I called Callum MacAdams, who has a delightful accent, by the way, and set up a meeting with him for Tuesday morning in our suite. He’s looking. What a beautiful woman, rosy face, small mouthed, shapely figure, perfect breasts. Her fine skin, sprinkled with a couple of freckles made her look like a twenty-year-old country bumpkin. I looked forward to my big black dick sinking inside her cunt."Hi, Suze," I said.She turned. "Hi, Steve. Good day at the office?" To hell with that," I said and unbuttoned my shirt. My muscles were tired and what I needed most was this white woman to suck and fuck me off."You need some loving?" she asked."Got. He may be injured or dead. I couldn’t tell when I last looked. If he’s dead, I’ll be back to help you; otherwise, I’ll probably need your help with him.”Ed went back to the cockpit and found the first officer still sitting where he had been when Ed first saw him. He was crying, but that was no great surprise. Ed leaned over and checked for a pulse on the captain. Nothing. He tried again for a pulse in a different place. Still nothing.Finally, the First Officer said something. “Capt. Olsen is.