I realized my nipples had got hard under the cold air conditioning…I finally asked him where he was heading all dressed in leather…Tom laughed, sa...ing his bike gear had crapped out a mile down the road; so he had hidden the bike into some bushes, hoping later to come back there with some kit to repair it.So I asked him if he was getting the next town to get a mechanic.He just nodded his head in silence.We started to chat and he suddenly surprised me, saying I had the most wonderful legs he had. .. Gold lettering on a rich red background reads, ‘The Sandpiper’.Then we’re inside, looking at a virtually empty, mid-day bar – panning around until we come to a rear view of this week’s host... Looking very much at home, sitting on a bar stool with his big belly hanging over his belt and sitting on his thighs – the hairy hero from the east end of London, Dennis Baxter. Laid out at his feet, evidently used to waiting patiently when his owner is at the pub, a sleek and magnificent looking. Mrs. Hennesey had that day off, and always went to the village, where her married daughter lived. Ralph Tilly lived there as well, of course, and she always returned with stories of her grandchildren, and was in an improved mood.Jenny approached Jane. "Milady has said Sally and I may have a picnic. You are invited to come with us."It was just that simple. Cook had been notified that three would picnic and, assuming one would be Her Ladyship, had prepared a delicious repast. Stephan, fully. Hers legs vagina ached to cum. Her hormones were wild after such a broad range of emotions flooded through her. "uh uh uh uhhhnnnhhhh yea, mmmmmm" she gasped over and over again as the wet thwack noise of his skin hitting her skin echoed in the office "yurgghhh take it.. You like your bosses cock. Tell your boss how you like it!" He growled as he slapped her ass. He pulled her hair too. This one likes to be dominated was her assessment of her. This was confirmed with her exclaim of joy.