--- "You are already ours, pet." --- said Hank. --- "But this is a nice token of appreciation."--- "Yes. Quite nice." --- said Sam. --- "What are the ...padlocks for?"--- "They fit through the rivets in my pussy lips, sir." --- she explained. --- "You can close my lips shut and have the keys if you'd want."--- "I think a slut's cunt should be open for everybody to enjoy, don't you Hank?"--- "Yeah."--- "It is of course your decision. If you want you can keep this cunt to yourself, and make me. Others wanted me to continue the story with just the male character and leave Betty out of it. Then I saw one post that made me fume with anger.'Betty better not do an IR scene, or I will never read any of the stories,' it said. Most of the forum posts were members of the site."I better not?" I said as I re-read the post. Others commented most of them agreed. I couldn't believe it, who were they to tell me what I could and couldn't do with a character than I had created. Betty wasn't real. She. She had been teasing him for days and the lust she had built up in him (and unknowingly in her) had reached a bursting point. In the space of several minutes, Danny had kissed her lips, face, neck, and breasts, lifted her robe and clutched her pert naked ass, squeezing it over and over. I was totally mesmerized with the stunning swiftness of the encounter. He was mumbling something to her in Italian, a language I suddenly regretted not knowing.She understood him and was trying to say something. Great pains have been taken to assure my privacy, my client’s privacy and the privacy of my novitiates. You are an investigative reporter. Investigate. The precautions we have taken with you are the same that any client, the hired help, or the newly chosen experience. Blindfold, hood and blacked out windows on my jet. No contact with the crew. Timing the flight won’t help, either. The flight lasts between nine and eleven and three quarter hours. ?Singing Winds has been in.