Emma and Prof Peterson Chapters 9 10
“I’m sorry,” I whispered sheepishly. “You know what we were doing in there, right? My friend made sure we wouldn’t be interrupted.” The flight attendant nodded nervously. “Well, the bitch blue balled me again. Captain there is her third cock of the day and it isn’t even noon!” I hissed. I couldn’t contain my frustration. The flight attendant pulled me into the galley, out of sight of the other passengers who were getting a little nervous at the agitated man in the front of the...