He reached up to squeeze her lush breast again, and then he looked at me.'Help yourself to a drink, ' he said, nodding towards a table by the window h...olding a section of bottles and glasses.I poured myself a scotch, and added a little water – when I turned back, she was bending to kiss him feverishly, working her mouth on his, and he was fondling her naked breast, and I sat in an armchair at a slight angle, watching them. After a few minutes, he pushed her away, and she sat up, her breasts. I pulled him in for another, during which he slipped his hand up my skirt and put his finger in my ass. I couldn’t believe he’d do such a thing, just minutes after we had first spoken.”“Oh my God Elaine, did you slap him?” I said, completely shocked.In two years she had never let me near her asshole. One time I tried to put my dick in her ass she started crying and told me never to try it again.“No,” she replied, “I actually leaned back so his finger would go in further. I was so turned on by. Oh yeah. I flipped us both over and pushed myself against him. He growled, a happier sound as I kissed him, deep and lingering. When I fell back his wrists were neatly bound with my scarf. We both knew he could get out if he wanted too, but I knew that he wanted what I was going to do him, despite all his protests. I yanked his trousers the rest of the way off him, being none too gentle now that he couldn't instantly stop me. He growled, almost a warning, as I turned his lithe furred form over,. They decided to design and build small commercial and military transport planes and found a nice niche market until the late 1980’s. They’ve had some hard luck since then, supposedly. He died a few years back when his private plane crashed didn’t he? They’re up north in the White Mountains somewhere… not a great place to be flying planes if you ask me. Since you’re asking me about them I assume they’ve filed for bankruptcy?’ ‘Yes, a Chapter 7, it looks like they want to close up shop for good..