Taking Me Out Of My Old Life

The jet suddenly dives and I’m jolted out of a deep sleep. Coming to the last thing I remember is Grahme whispering to me “After seeing the your picture of you on John’s desk I just had to see the real thing. Looking around I see that I’m the only one in the lounge, in the seat besides me an open laptop. Reaching for it, picking it up and bringing it to where I could read it, finding something that made me gasp out

“ Doctor Robertson, It’s with sadness and deep regrets that I Regina Thompson humbly submit my letter of resignation. It has been a honour and **** pleasure to have worked at St. Joseph. I have developed a medical condition that requires me to move to a climatic zone where sun is readily available year round. Please don’t tell my former coworkers since I don’t want them to worry about me. Just pass along my words of thanks and best wishes for them in the future- Sincerely Regina Thompson”

Seeing one more message was sent from this laptop. Clicking on it, waiting for it to open, looking up to see if I was still alone. When it opens. My eyes bulge out of their socket, it to my sister Jenna and mom Anna!, not just to her but to her proper name LaJenna! Reading it takes my breath away!

“J it G- I know this is super sudden but I met the man of my dreams! As you read this he’s flying me somewhere outside the continental US. All I know is he kind, wealthy and very much in love with me. When we are settled, I’ll call you and tell you everything, got to go running out of battery power Love forever G!”

The email to mom going pretty well line for line but instead of “J it G!” read Mom it’s Gina. Ending with “You know I love you and I hope you can be happy for me and my new husband. When we are fully settled in I”ll send you a ticket to come visit! Love Gina xxxooo!

How could Grahme do this me? Effectively cutting me off from work and my only family. Worst implying that I went willingly. Starting to type a response to mom and Jenna my fingers flying over the keyboard asking them both to report to the Maine state troopers that I was kidnapped by Grahme Collins and that I’m being held against my will, no better than a sex ****! Pressing enter to send a box popped up asking for the password. NO! who password encrypts the send button on an email program?

From the front, Grahme comes back “The pilot apologizes for the sudden turbulence, he was trying to out run a small hurricane!” Eyeing me “Why is my laptop on your lap?”

“I was looking up where we’re going?” taking the laptop from me, reading what was still on the screen

“Oh you feel like a sex **** do you?” his eyes bore into mine “Do you know how a sex **** is treated?” Sitting down in the seat beside me, grabbing my arm and pulling me over onto his lap, barely audible “Maybe I should show you how a sex **** is treated?”

His hand worming it’s was into the waistband of my panties and jeans, coming to rest on my Venus mound. More audible “A sex **** can be made to made to fuck every male in sight, shall I call the cockpit crew and tell then you want to be gang fucked?”

His finger sliding inside me, instantly rubbing my clit as i weakly answer “No please, don’t do that!”, just like the first time he fingered me, he works me expertly until I’m cumming over his finger and his lap. And just like the first time I moan in sexual pleasure as he makes me cum

Then he proves that in a way I am his person sex toy “Should I leave it at that Regina Marie or do you want me to fuck you?”