"Don't you realize that Bill has always made me land or take off when the weather conditions were bad? He wanted me to be able to fly this plane under... any reasonable conditions. Truthfully, there have been a couple of times that I desperately wanted him to take the controls, but he wouldn't. He just sat where you are, seemingly totally relaxed while I was sweating bullets. But, Baby, those times have made me a lot more confident, and ... a better pilot. In addition, I've also become more. They are all older guys who help take care of me. My home situation is pretty bad and I can’t make it on my own. My pussy is the only thing I have been able to depend on for quite a while. I’m more or less trading it for food and clothes and a place to sleep. I go to church hoping God will forgive me for doing what I have to do. Billy’s different. He seems to care about me as a real person. He’s the only one I haven’t insisted use a rubber.”“Well, we’re glad to hear the last part,” said. ' I entered and turned my back to the room as I closed the door. When I turned back around, Brad was laying on the bed watching a porn movie and stroking his huge penis. He smiled at me and said 'yes, you look just fine. Now climb your sweet ass up here and start sucking my dick.' I walked over to the bed and stood by the bedside, Brad reached out and seized my wrist and pulled me up on the bed. 'You know why you are here, we are going to start where we left off at your house. Only we don't. They were drinking a glass of wine in the den after work, ‘Darling, I need you tonight. I want you to fuck me hard like a cheap whore. Pay me ten bucks and do anything and everything you want. I need to throb when I get out of bed in the morning, and you are the man I want to make my body throb. Fuck me, fuck my brains loose.’ Greg looked at her and then at his watch. ‘I’ll give you thirty seconds, anything you are still wearing after that I am going to rip off your body.’ Laura smiled, looked.