But no, it was 11:11 and the big jet was swinging around on a heading for Chicago. As Augustine said the military jets tended to be far more civic-min...ded and blasted off into the desert. ‘Are you awake,’ Augustine had called. ‘Yeah, almost scared shitless.’ ‘Good girl. I wanted you to have the experience to feel why I’m so passionate about this. Goodnight sweetie.’ * * * The head of programming argued that it was utterly wrong – professionally immoral –take the side of one woman and place. Ambika is the current Chief Priestess but even she doesn’t know how the Ride to Heaven works. The candidates for the post of Chief Priestess are drugged unconscious before the ordeal. Harold won’t be. The plotters intend that he will know exactly how he will die.’ ‘But!’ Lisa protested. ‘There is a but… Almost all the Goddess’s worshippers and priestesses are on Harold’s side. They will do everything they can to save Harold. Can we trust them? If Harold isn’t kidnapped and apparently out of. "Just as he finishes saying that I hear him lean forward, and then he slaps my ass twice in quick succession. The stinging is immediate and the momentum from his hand makes me take a couple steps forward to maintain my balance. I rub my stinging ass with my palms."Back up where you were before and bend over again" he tells meDreading more smacks are coming I do it anyway. I feel his hand reach out and rub my ass where he spanked it followed by his lips trailing kisses, his hand rubbing again.. “KEE! KEE! HEHEHE!” The imps cheered at the sight. “Aaaangrh!” Val squealed as the Imp gave her ass a good spank with his large rough hand. The imps roared with excitement as they watched their leader spank the cocky girl in front of them, watching her tight round ass jiggle as Bastad Ben’s palm struck it, switching which cheek every subsequent spank. Each spank eliciting a yelp or a squeal from the poor girl and a smile, a cheer, or a cackle from the imps. After a good while of spanking the.