One in front created a glory hole for Brent's mouth. The other was for back door fucking up Brent's ass. The box would be secured with a pad lock. Off...cer Barrett was driving the van and Officer Sanchez rode in back with Brent who was shackled arms out and a bar separator attached to his ankles was driven to the bachelor party. Along the drive in the back of the van, Officer Sanchez donned a latex glove and added some lube. He stroked the cock of the helpless Brent and then lifted the separator. Harriet, meanwhile had returned to her cottage in Devon and terminally quarrelled with Bill to her great relief. Bernie had been right, a boy was no substitute for a real man. She still had her ambition to be a manual worker but soon discovered that it is not easy to be a woman in a very macho man's world and even less easy for the posh-accented daughter of an aristocrat.She was beginning to slip back into her old hedonistic routine when in early February the phone rang and Gwen was on the. Charity smiles, “I’m her twin, I’m in the know about everything she plans.”“Thanks for that memo too,” Joy says sarcastically.“Yeah, but can you ever recall a time we’ve ever gotten a memo?” Charity asks.“That makes it even more funny,” Joy says.“Funnier,” Holly says.“What?”“It’s not ‘more funny’,” she says holding her hands up, giving air quotes. “It’s funnier.”“What funny is you using those air quotes,” Belle says, mimicking the girl.“Oh ha ha,” Holly smirks. “That’s almost as funny as you. We smiled into each other's eyes and I willingly lay face down on the table as he spoke in gentle tones of how he loved to give such erotic treatment to men.The combination of his mellifluous voice with the sultry aroma of musky-sweet oils made my head spin and I felt the blood surging through me as his strong hands wove a pattern of arousal over my burning flesh. Standing by my side he caressed the oils into my skin, sliding smoothly, stroking softly over my back and shoulders, down my spine.