It was a heavy duty, industrial strength garment, providing the kind of the support needed by Carrie Nation as she wielded her massive ax against a so...id mahogany bar in a den of iniquity. Were it to be made of brass instead of the fruit of the rubber tree it would have not been out of place adorning a robust Viking matron upon the stage of the Metropolitan Opera; circled in uncountable concentric rings of stitching running inexorably to the pointed center of the cup. I always had to fight the. His mind churned overtime wondering what she might consider appropriate. He wondered what liberties she might permit. Most of all, he wondered what marvelous things she might do to him and to his body. It’s probably something of a wonder he didn’t spontaneously ejaculate even before they’d begun, much less gotten wherever they were going.He put his hand on hers. As before her skin was warm, almost hot, to the touch, and he wondered if somehow women in Africa and in the Caribbean were literally. The coarse fabric of his jeans tightened tantalisingly over his bulging genitals as he lay back to fish his mobile phone from his pocket. “When she finds out there’s two of us, she’ll be here quicker than you can say, ‘Dick!’ I hope you’re ready for this.”“Hell yeah,” I declared, laughing nervously, hoping my bravado would compensate for my nervousness. “Let’s spit roast the bitch!” Carefully, I lit the next spliff, blowing on the tip and flaring off the excess paper. “I’m going to blast her. “Did you feed Don this morning”, she asked. Carrie giggled saying “every morning before I can get out of bed”. As Janet sucked she added that he wanted “bitter sweets” today. Carrie could see the questions in Janet's face and said, “I guess you're curious”? Carrie rubbed Janet's cheeks as she dribbled a little piss. Janet's eyes opened wide as she swallowed. “More”, she asked? Janet mouthed “yes”. Carrie let it flow, emptying herself. She quickly shot all of her remaining “milk” as the.