On the upstroke his cock glided past my hard clit bumping, not accidentally, into Inge's hip where my labia was also making wet contact. Her hip was s...ick with my juices and his pre-cum. Inge's right hand made its way between us to my pussy. She easily slid her middle finger into my sopping cunt then brought it back to lube my clit. I did the same for her. When she felt Ted's prick under her fingers she reached further under my leg and circled her fingers around it like measuring its dimension. ‘Me, too,’ said Tonya. ‘Mister Big,’ said Biff, in dramatic fashion, ‘Erica and Tonya will both take the deal.’ Then he listened again, nodding. He looked up once more. ‘Erica and Tonya,’ said Biff. ‘Mister Big is aware that both of you have received enhanced sensations from your lips and vagina bumps respectively. Mister Big states that he will allow them to be muted if you agree to have ‘BIMBO’ tattooed on your buttocks in large capital letters, either cheek you prefer. You have sixty seconds. . not that there were many; water transportation is cheap ... cheaper than rail, truck or air.It is slow. Generally, the canals are quiet and clean. There's no sense in hurrying ... think of the next lock. Waiting for up bound traffic. No, don't rush.The canal bottoms were stirred by the bronze propellors of the steel barges. The watch bounced along the bottom; upstream by downstream barges, downstream by upstream ones. Turtles nudged it, carp sucked it and spat it out.The smaller canals became. That was until I caught his attention and with a wave of my hand, let him know he was free to do as he wished.This was the part I’d been waiting to see all night. Stepping back into the camera’s view, I set a chair down on the floor near the head of the table, taking a seat where I could clearly watch the erotic scene. Truthfully, I was having a difficult time not touching myself, and it was about then that I realized it wasn’t like I was going to get busted or anything. Sure, Jason had seen my.