The lady was horrified as one of the waiting men was her husband.'Well he aint fucking going anywhere near her the dirty bitch'she said and pulled her...husband away while telling him what the guy had just said.Natalie was now on number 3,again bareback and still Dave was just sat in the car saying nothing.The car was rocking with the motion of his wife and stranger number 3 fucking right there in front of him.'Is your husband some sort of mug then?' said the guy with her.'No.he just does as he's. She was fairly cocky when it came to her skills in the Haze.Charlotte had nothing to do now but wait. She surfed around on her datapad for nearly an hour, but she started to doze off as boredom eventually overtook her. She supported her head with her right hand and held the datapad in her left hand, waiting for the buzz to alert her of a contact request.“Hey,” a gruff voice said beside her.She felt a large hand grab her shoulder, and she instantly jumped to her feet, alerted to the stranger. We don't hate you! Why would you think that?" Be careful!" I pleaded. "It's my nicest blouse! I -- I made a spectacle of myself!" Shush!" Her hands on my cheeks, she muffled my protests with a series of sweet, tender, tender kisses, then her fingers resumed plucking at the buttons. "I'm not tearing anything. You need to get out of those clothes! WE need to get out of these clothes. Clothes aren't for you. Not here. Not now. Not with us. You're beautiful. Isn't she beautiful?" Always," Greg. “Jump like you’re on a jumping rope.”She gave a small leap, jiggling her huge jugs. “Again. And keep going. I don’t want you to stop until I tell you to.”She did as she was bid. Anjali jumped again and again, her breasts racing up and dangling left and right as they fell. Joseph’s underwear grew tighter with her every leap. Her heavy breasts hit her lower ribcage with a dull thunk every time she landed. THUNK, THUNK, THUNK, THUNK.. It was just a spectacle to watch.“Now, stop.”The manager walked.