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Billy hated being a flight attendant,
mainly because dealing with public sucked. most travelers,
especially business travelers, were abusive and felt
they were the only passenger on a plane. Nonetheless,
the pay was good and Billy didn’t have male rape to
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hours. And, there was one regular traveler that Billy
had his eye on. A businessman, James, who commuted
on his flight every week. James was one of the few
passengers who treated Billy and the other flight
attendants with common courtesy. And James also had
the deepest blue eyes, the kind that made a man melt
in his shoes. James’ dark hair, always perfectly slicked
back, and his custom made suits were enough to make
Billy’s knees buckle. It was obvious James was gay,
at least to Billy it was, but how does a mere F/A
approach someone of James’ caliber? Billy decided
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I felt a sharp pain on my face,
and slowly tried to open my oral
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I looked up in incest rape surprise to see Marie standing
over me, her hand drawn back for another strike. I
started to sit up, but found I couldn't move my arms
or legs. Tugging, I found that my limbs were tied
to the posts of the bed with some soft material I
couldn't see. For the first time rape thumbs in years
I felt panic rise. I don't like being bound or restrained
and have never allowed myself to be dominated. Pulling
against my bonds, I felt the weariness in my arms
and shoulders and got no more than a creak from the
bed as my weight shifted. I was firmly bound, and
looked quickly back at Maria as her hand came down
again striking me across the cheek. If it weren't
for my beard, there would have been a resounding crack
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hardest of the three. Against my will, my head rocked
back and to the right with the force of the blow.
I was surprised by her strength. As I shook my head
I realized that I'd hardly ever been hit that hard
by any men, much less a woman. Suddenly I wondered
at the situation. Paranoia? I thought back to some
of the 'women' that I saw in San Francisco that had
turned out to be transvestites. But then I remember
the swell of Marie's breast seen fleetingly from the
side, and dismissed the thought. "You fucking creep,
look at me." I had little choice as I peered up at
her.
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