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MISTER FIXIT [ part 4 ] Emma sat in the cocooned cabin of the helicopter as its twin turboshaft engines whined, lifting it effortlessly off the ground. She sat back in the wide leather seat as she watched the ground disappearing below. It was quite unlike flying by plane. Planes needed a run at it to get airborne whereas helicopters just went straight up. It was quite strange to someone who had never flown in one before. It seemed as if every day that went by she found out something new about her mysterious new boyfriend. Now she discovered he owned a helicopter, or had access to one, yet it was something he had never mentioned before. One evening, a couple of weeks ago they had got drunk together at his luxurious London apartment and Emma had really pushed the issue of what he did for a living but had learned little. Simon had become quite serious and had told her that he didn't do just one thing he did many. He told her about the family business and some of the companies he had shares in, but there were other things he did which he told her were quite secret. He warned her that if she wanted them to stay together she must promise not to dig and keep asking questions. She must accept him as a business man with other interests. He was a mister fixit and that was all he would say. The helicopter flew out over the sea and Emma watched the white capped waves far below. She loved flying and the luxurious cabin in the helicopter was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. There were three wide leather seats, each with arm rests, facing forward and another three seats facing aft. Behind the aft facing seats was a wall separating the cabin from the pilot. How great it would be, she thought, to fuck in this private little cabin, and her mind turned again to what Simon might have in store for the weekend. There was no doubt that the pictures of the children were real, but that didn't mean he wasn't teasing her. She knew that there was real child porn out there and maybe that's what these images were. Maybe he was just teasing her by sending porn pix to her phone and pretending they were real. But if he had pictures like this why had he kept them from her for so long? She'd love to fuck while looking at those pictures of the little girl and boy tied up. He knew that. How many times had they fantasized about Slut Child who now hung on the wall facing the bottom of her bed? So if he had real pictures why had he not shown her them before? She could feel her heart beating in her chest as she intuitively knew the answer. Simon really did have two children; two real children and the pictures had been taken just moments before he sent them. She closed her eyes and sank back into the seat, more excited than she had ever been in her life before. If he really did have two children waiting for her, well, she wasn't going to miss the chance of a lifetime; she was going to make the most of it. She looked at the pictures again on her phone and sighed, squeezing her slim thighs together tightly. After ten minutes or so of flying a female voice welcomed her onboard over the speaker system. Her name was Donna; she was the pilot and apparently Simon's private secretary. Handy, Emma thought, a secretary who can pilot helicopters! She felt a tinge of jealousy as she realised that there was another woman who knew more, probably a lot more, about Simon's business affairs than she did. After the helicopter landed to refuel Donna pulled open the passenger cabin door and helped Emma jump down. She was a dark haired attractive woman, probably in her mid thirties, with finely chiseled features and crystal clear green eyes. She had a disarming smile and an open friendliness that Emma warmed to immediately. They were on what appeared to be no more than a landing strip. There was a small control tower in front of them and a couple of buildings to either side. Donna led them to one of these buildings while the helicopter was refueled and shoved some coins in a drinks machine to get them both a drink. Donna had coffee and Emma had tea. Emma had a million questions that her jealousy and pride prevented her from asking and so she let Donna tell her about the remainder of their journey. Apparently they were only about an hours flying time from Rahness and Emma would be able to see the island on the port side before they landed. The helicopter was refueled quickly and moments later they were airborne. As the aircraft flew out over the sea again Emma's phone bleeped. It was another photo message from Simon and she gasped when she saw it. It was a close up of a naked little boy's hips. She could see the lower part of his flat tummy and the tops of his thighs which were spread apart so she could clearly see his hairless genitals. What had made her gasp most of all was the man's hand holding the little boy's erect penis with its foreskin pulled right down. There was no mistaking Simon's gold Rolex watch! 'Here you are darling,' the accompanying message read, 'A little taste of what's to come before you get here.' |