“If I were you I would have them appraised by a professional and have them insured.” He paused. “And never wear them in places like this.” He ...urned and looked for the CIA behind him. “Let’s go to my workstation.”His “work station” was little more than a ten by ten space boarder by some cloth covered partitions about six foot high, that had about a foot gap at the bottom. An opaque shower curtain served as a door.Inside it looked like a place a dentist would be quite comfortable in. it just. It would drive some of them wild and had Jamie been ever so slightly more perceptive, he might have caught on at some point. An ass like Jamie's attracted a rare breed of stud. The ultra-hung bulls of the world, see his backside as something to conquer, something to make their own, or if not their own, a shared commodity that will get reamed and bred in perpetuity by only the biggest and fattest cocks. But Jamie didn't venture out in the social circles, where studs like that were just waiting. He had no doubt that such coupling was not without sin and would certainly result in guilty thoughts that would plague his conscience with everlasting annoyance.*Greta dusted in all the dark corners and now that her brother was gone to his pleasures in the Gypsy camp she took off all her layers of clothing except for her white cotton undies and her thin ribbons of soft fabric to hold her generous breasts in tightly. She did not want them to swing with each step she took no matter how tiny or. Her back didnt have any writing on- and looking at the time he realised he didnt have time. He lifted her arse and shifted her knees up so she was kneeling. Carrie moved so she was laying down again. He tutted Have you not learnt your lesson slut? You do what i tell you to- or you get this He lifted his hand up Im going to fuck your virgin ass She shook her head -as much as she could do- and pleaded through the tape. HA! I dont give a fuck if you want it or not- you wouldnt let me in the 12.