.. bits ... are getting sore. You weren't gentle." Jack apologised, but Poppy dismissed him. "S'Fine. I like it rough. But I want more fun."Jack watch...d as she got out of the car and walked a dozen metres where a handful of people were standing around a couple of cars.Poppy sidled up to an elderly gentleman watching a young couple screw in the back seat of their people carrier and Poppy smiled as she took his hands from his cock and slowly masturbated him to a stuttering orgasm.Jack watched in. Just below this sight were delicate black seamed fully fashioned nylon stockings, connected to the Basque in such a way as to hold them firmly and highly - not allowing too much outer thigh to be obvious. My mouth hung open - but not our photographer friends - Dave was already taking in the sight by means of the camera lens - and thank God for that, for it was a sight I certainly wished to remember. This time Lynn chose to stand and be pictured - standing taller than I had ever seen her before,. The road had been a typical service road. Dirt and loose gravel cut into the dust and grass of the high desert. The two canyons it crossed between the point where the riders had found it and its juncture with the east-west running road it ran into had been dicey, but manageable. Washouts and steep grades didn't combine for smooth traveling. That road lead to another north-south access road, but barely a half mile later, joined up with highway 97 again. Getting back on the highway and headed for. Now go and get changed out of that Chanel suit and into something less sensible. Time is money and I really don’t want to have to whip it out of your pay cheque.”Jayne spun on her heels and clattered upstairs.Elaine was already in her work clothes: leather corset cinched tight, a tight black leather skirt, elbow-length gloves, stockings and garter belt (but no black lace panties today) – and black leather, skysc****r 6 inch stacked heels. She had a whip tucked into her waistband and her.