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. . he was sitting in the front, seat 3A I believe . . . no, I was in the galley jumpseat when we went down . . . I remember his smile . . . he seemed so lost . . . almost like a little boy . . .’ The man wanted to reach out to her, wanted to hold on to his humanity for a while longer, but the strong arms of the vortex reached out for him and pulled him back into the maelstrom . . . He felt the arc of her breathing as his body lifted gently on the swells of her breath, and he felt himself falling just as quickly within the rhythms of her life. He felt her fur on the side of his face, and the putrescent smell of her wounds, and yet he heard strength in the tiger’s beating heart. He knew the beat was stronger, knew that life had taken hold again within her battered frame, and his heart was gladdened when he felt her stirring against the cool rock on which they both lay. He felt a cold stab in his heart as something damp and heavy slid across his legs, and the tiger tried to move but. I was unconsciously panting for air that I didn’t need. I swear I almost heard my heart beat for the first time in centuries. I was actually trembling in excitement as I stretched my body over Sue’s knees, bent into a U-shape with my toes and fingers touching the floor. And of course, my ass lifted up. Sue’s hand rubbed my ass gently. Then I felt the coolness of the hairbrush’s silver back replace her warm hand. Around and around it stroked while Sue murmured, ‘Bad girl, Bridget, oh such a bad girl.’ I felt the brush leave my skin. With a sudden flick of her wrist she brought it sharply down on my left cheek. ‘Pop.’ I gasped. ‘POP.’ This stroke fell on my right cheek. The burning sensation spread all over my ass and deep in my body. I bit my lip to keep from screaming. Of course my ass didn’t turn colors like I suspected Linda’s did under the same treatment, but damnnnnn, I was getting so incredibly turned on. Sue would deliver a spank to each cheek and then rub her free hand over.
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