"David, please!"David spanked her again.Bare-bottomed, her jeans and panties down around her knees, Jennifer's rear end bore a profusion of white-rimm...ed hand prints. They tattooed both her cheeks equally, and David spanked her left cheek again."Owww!" Jennifer wailed. Tears poured down her cheeks and were sniffed back into her nose. She could not remember this much pain, not even at the hands of her father. "Owww!" she cried again. "Stop it!" What do you say?" David demanded. His hand covered. His hand reached around and he started wanking me. His balls were slapping furiously against me, he clenched my cheeks, then he pushed slowly into me one last time and I felt my arse fill with his warm creamy load. Flipping me over, he took my cock into his mouth and sucked me until I felt my balls tighten and I shot my load down his throat. He swallowed, pulled his pants up and left for work. At 2pm, the first knock at the door told me the guys from online were starting to arrive.. "We'll work through this whole thing together." Damn right we will, ' came the masculine voice from the bottom of the bed. I looked down and saw my dad standing at the bottom of the bed.I was into the hospital for a week and then I was released. I still had a few bruises but otherwise I was okay physically. Mentally, I was a wreck.I stayed at home for a week, never leaving the house. My parents were both very condescending and if I ever asked for anything one or the other of them would jump up. The fuel trucks arrived and the other pilots went to oversee the refueling operation.“Cowboy, show me around and point out the good stuff I paid for,” I said.“It’s a Boeing 737-700ER with seating for up to 128 passengers; seating is easily changed to corporate setting with meeting tables and conference seating. This is one of the preferred planes by the super rich to modify as private jets; long range, good fuel economy, quiet engines and can use airports with as little as 6000 foot runways,”.