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We have a window of about 2 hours for the refueling so we are headed over Big Boobs to the Beliggo for two hours,” I tell her. She wishes us all some good luck at the tables and ends the call. When we arrived at the Bellagio, I used the house phone to dial up Agent Fernandez. I asked him to tell one of his agents that was outside guarding the Chateau to knock on the door and speak only to John. I passed a message through Agent Fernandez to John, “Tell John that it’s scenario 69,” giving John a hint about how serious things are currently. John and I have had private conversations and we set up a list of 100 private messages to each other. He would understand my message and take the appropriate action. I asked the concierge lady to set up a commercial flight for Maddie back to Toronto. I also had her set up a commercial flight for Aurora, Mom, Fred, Dakota and of course myself. We chose to fly Southwest air as their hub is in Las Vegas and they fly nearly every hour back to LAX. I kiss Maddie oral and apologize profusely for sending her via commercial flight back to Toronto. I have the Bellagio shuttle Maddie and myself back to the plane. We get all our luggage and have the shuttle take Maddie to the Air Canada gate. Once again, I kiss Maddie and apologize. She smiles and tells me she had a wonderful time, even with all the craziness that went on. I promised her that somehow, someway I would make this up to her. She kissed me passionately and whispered in my ear, “There’s no need. You’ve given me a Thanksgiving story that will WOW everyone. I hope I get to see you soon,” she tells me before kissing me once again and squeezing my ass. I watch her as she goes inside the terminal, ticket in hand. At Blowjobs least, I thought to myself I bought her a first-class ticket. I ask the driver to take me back to the Bellagio to meet up with my group. Once we were there, a bellman unloads the luggage and takes it to the front desk. I ask the concierge to store our luggage as we had an emergency flight back to LAX at 2:45 pm. Of course, the concierge agrees, and the luggage is left on the cart and pushed into what appears to be a closet of some sort. I text Dakota to gather the gang and meet me at the concierge’s desk. Although it takes about 5 minutes, everyone shows up. I take my group and head into the nearby restaurant. I ask the hostess for a table for 5. She shows us to a nice out of the way table immediately. When we all sit down, Mom asks, “What’s going on David?” “Well, the plane was messed with. When I went with Maddie to get all of the pov luggage, I spoke with the flight crew that told me that the plane was messed with and that it would take a couple of days for them to check it out and ensure that it would be safe to fly again. I called Agent Fernandez and had him quietly pass a message to John. I put Maddie on an Air Canada commercial flight back to Toronto, so she is now safe. I’ve also booked us on a Southwest Air flight back to LAX that leaves at 2:45 pm, so we have about 90 minutes to hang out here and take their shuttle to the airport.” I tell everyone. As I look around the table, no one is speaking. Fred finally pipes up, ball gag “David, what can we do? Do we have any idea who is causing all of this?” He asks. “Well, Agent Fernandez believes that this is the cause of some sort of Mexican Drug Cartel. I have sent private word through the FBI to John, so he knows to keep on alert to protect all the ladies in the Chateau. She took one look at the card and began to laugh. She had walked into Fred's bar earlier that same evening, and had sat down on ball gag the bar stool at the bar, oral right beside John. He looked down at the little girl. And fantasize. Ephus could swear that she was almost a virgin, with the vice like grip she had on him. "Wow, you sure are desperate to get your dick sucked," Samantha almost seemed to find the situation amusing. 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And then, as if he just realized where we were, he nervously glanced over his shoulder to see if anyone was watching. I Blowjobs never sleep. Until her actually un-Goddess–like body could no longer bear the wear and tear of being rendered violently airtight up to a dozen times a day and she had to be crated out of the Americas to a shithole country where even a busted white woman was still of use. “Mmm, that's good. She had black hair that framed her round face, her lips small and pursed tight. This girl was so hot. That’s the way I like it! Useless! I’m going to tap your knee and see if you react.” But, I took to a very wild mode of life during my late teen years and out of frustrations with my course of life and fear of where it might lead, my folks enlisted me in the merchant marine service on a small freighter that plied the waters around and through the Bermuda Triangle. She could not stop the orgasm from his expert assault on her sex.