Her nipples are obvious, poking into her skimpy, white cotton shirt.Her man Henry is wearing leather trousers and a leather jacket - the macho look.Lo...s of sexual tension as I decide to take the initiative. “How do my slacks look on me when I am topless?,” I tease as Roger slowly undoes the buttons on my blouse and opens it to expose my erect nipples.“You are turning three people on baby, me especially,” he whispers as he licks my erect nipples as I watch the rapt reaction from Janet and Henry.. She was going to read something to us out of some journal or something. As she sat down, I watched carefully as she sat and crossed her legs. Her dress rode up enough so that I could see a little hint of lace at the top of her stockings. Man I was sweating. I kept a close watch on her legs, suffering more and more for the ability to release my aching cock from the confines of my blue jeans. As she rambled on about blah, blah, blah I caught a glimpse of her yellow panties as she crossed her legs. They were all incensed at her effrontery to smoke cigarettes and to make the guard's life more difficult by not adhering to the camp rules. The ruling was swift and brought a shout of laughter to the assembled men."Prisoner 304 of Camp Eighteen has been found guilty of camp rule seven. She will be stripped and beaten by each and every guard of the camp without drawing blood or breaking of bone. Any man of the camp who wishes to avail himself of her feminine temptations is free to do so while. A few Wasps tried to fight down here, but the tanktub armor was impervious to the stingers. These Wasps were wearing the protective suits, so they had to be killed with the railguns. That wasn't difficult, it was just time consuming.The next level down, the tanktubs came upon an amazing sight. Various Wasps were held in cages. These Wasps ranged in size from the size of a football to even larger than those that were normally seen by the humans. As the tanktubs moved among the cages, their.