Now the convoy’s destination could be seen under the combination of a pall of smoke from the nearby towns and factories and the lowering clouds of a...threatening thunderstorm. James, sensing that the journey, and his confinement, was coming to its end, sat back on the floor of his cage.The sun glinted off the words “Morgan le Fay” on the polished brass of the nameplate of the first engine. In the driving cab, Jane Corby pushed the goggles she wore to guard against sparks from the engine up from. "Without speaking, Jennifer unbuttoned her grey jacket until it came loose and she took them off, letting them drop. She now stood in her blouse. Her breasts seemed larger than life while her chest was heaving and her heart was pounding. No bra could hide the stiffness of her nipples right now, and it couldn't. Jennifer grabbed her blouse in her fingers, and slowly and carefully pulled it out of her skirt. She then slowly unbuttoned the blouse from bottom to top as nothing could be heard in the. ‘I just came.’ The smile he gave her made her heart skip a beat and he leaned forward, kissing her again and pushing his finger deeper into her until he was knuckle deep in her creamy hole. Cassia came again, gripping his shoulders and sucking his tongue into her mouth. ‘Oh, Withers.’ He pulled back and stared into her warm eyes. ‘My name is Peter.’ ‘Peter.’ The word rolled off her tongue softly and she touched his weathered cheek, tracing a scar that laid there. ‘It’s my turn.’ Withers didn’t. Mike and Jamie both did mock bows to the people around the bar, they looked at me and gestured for me to do the same, Jim went upstairs and left us to start serving the drinks.Chris from the NaughtyNess shop was my first customer with a rum and coke, he winked at me as he took the glass and mouthed the words “Good luck“ to me. The bar was busy, it was a real buzz working with the regular bar boys and knowing that every customer was lusting after us. We made a point of touching each other up.