He would have to find a way to clip her body to his chute so that it would carry the both of them. Mia groaned, her hand moving toward her head, thoug...h she couldn’t reach it, not the way she was tied up. She opened her eyes just as Aidan reached her. ‘W-what…?’ He didn’t answer, quickly undoing an o-clasp and hooking it to the main straps of her chute. ‘Hold on to me, Mia. Hold on and don’t let go!’ She nodded, grabbing hold of his flight suit and wrapping her legs around him. ‘Ready? This is. “I want to fuck you, Bill. I want you right now,” I said in a breathless voice that I barely recognized. He reached to the nightstand and handed me a tube of lube. Hurriedly I applied it to myself and then lovingly spread it over him. He closed his eyes and groaned when his cock danced at my touch. I straightened up on my legs, held his cock in my hand and then sank slowly onto him. Oh god, yes! He was hard and hot and buried so deeply in my ass and as I moved up and down and rocked my hips. I could see out of the corner of my eye, three guys standing watching and wanking for all they were worth.“Go on shove it in him hard. Make the pig squeal”. This drove my anal assailant onto greater things and then all of a sudden he withdrew the truncheon to replace it with his warm prick. I was lulled into a false sense of security, because just as I was relaxing to this rather nice feeling, I felt the cold wood of my truncheon trying to gain access to my arse along side the prick which. Loss of my best friend was one of those childhood events that took some time for me to digest. It’s amazing how vivid a childhood memory can be and I still remember Marketa telling me when she saw the hurt on my face that it was time for us to stop being children. I understand what happened and why now but it took me what seemed like a very long time to get over the hurt. But when you have less than 12 years behind you, several months can be a pretty long period. One of the blessings of youth.