He read the files by flashlight. The men were unshaven. One of them wore a black leather jacket. A stiff collar choked his neck. ‘Saheed Khan’ rea... the name followed by an address in Jordan. A brief family history was also included. This man was born and bred in the territories between the Jewish colony and Syria. He then immigrated to Jordan. The history did not mention any family moving with him.He delved deeper into the files and found they were all clones. Different names, different. It all seemed so terribly long ago.Further up her torso, the harness encircled her breasts, squeezing each slightly at its base. This made them swell, standing tall and proud on her chest. The moderately restricted blood flow also served to make them tremendously sensitive. Which was not a good thing, when they were being bounced around whilst pulling a carriage.Each nipple was adorned with a pair of piercings. At the base of each bud ran a perpendicular shaft, resembling a barbell. It. She was short and squat with big big tits,- big and round, like melons not g****fruit, and not watermelons either – they were heavy but very round, each one about the size and shape of a basketball, she had a strong squat body, very heavily corseted (you could see the whale-bone reinforcing running down from her waist, and feel the stiffness of the heavy, old-fashioned corset whenever you managed to ‘accidentally’ bump against her. Her skirt was a quite long burgundy material of some light. . ugh," Brenda agreed, as he slowly pumped her. "No, that... ugh... wouldn't be good... okay, I'll do it." You're already doing it, Brenda," he reminded her, then gripped her hips in his hands and guided her movements, slipping in and out of her perfect, tight ass."Oooh - oh, ugh, that's thick. It kind of hurts, too." This was only half-true, but Brenda didn't want him fucking her any faster than he was, so she left out the other half of the truth: that it felt good, in a novel, foreign,.