I got sent to an all girl boarding school. Being at boarding school really sucked sorta, I was forgotten for a year, not a word form him…just presen...ts at Christmas and my birthday. So to me this was heaven since I am far from him. I have given up utter hope of him coming back for me. A week later I was wrong, Daddy sent his assistant to come and get me. After a week of up-dating my wardrobe and hair style, I was sent to a France. The limo picked me up and drove me to counrty of France too a big. Applause mingled with "Go! Mike!" and "Show us what you got, old man!" Halfway across the stage, Mike shifted into a side double biceps pose. Strictly against the rules, but a sure crowd-pleaser. He winked and waved while the crowd hooted and cheered. A few feet over, He stopped on his mark.Kip padded on stage next. He was nearly in place before the crown quieted enough for Butch to introduce him above the din. "In the short man's category, 5'2'. 133 lbs., the little man who shows he can, Kip. Mark turned off the light. “Go to sleep.” he said. Then, as I began to close my eyes, I felt his hard dick slide back into my ass, his balls touching my ass cheeks, spooning me. I woke in the morning with Mark carrying me somewhere. “Oh good you’re awake.” he said. “Follow me.” he said, and put me down. Mark was wearing only a pair of boxers. I followed him to a room. He chained me to the wall by my left ankle. I looked around the room. I saw many other girls, some older, some about the same. "Charlie and I saw and heard no one and, of course, missed the activity with Paul who was seriously injured. After forty minutes, Robby came running out. "Prepare a landing area for the C-130. Tom and Vic are flying Doc Ollie and hospital equipment in. They're in the air now."We got moving quickly. George and Mike came out to help. We had to move one wrecked plane. The C-130 took a little more runway than a Twin Otter. We had planned to leave it tight originally. Once completed, Mike said,.