They definitely sagged a little bit, but they were nice, big and beautiful. They had to be at least a “D” cup. My cock immediately responded and s...arted getting hard again. “Oh my God, Denise. They’re beautiful!” I said. “You’re just saying that!” “I am not! This doesn’t lie!” I said as I pointed at my cock which was flexing and bobbing although not completely hard. “Oh my. Mmmmm.” she said and then leaned down and kissed the tip of it. “Hmmm, I wonder if this will help bring you completely. The lines no longer trick me. The lines I see are not really the lines. They're trick lines. The real lines test me with them. My calves hurt. My feet hurt. My legs hurt all over. My back hurt. My arms hurt. My head did not hurt. I could stay up so long as my mind was clear. The lines snaked up to distract me from standing, but I like to stand. Standing keeps the men away. They never strike me, they just make me think they will. They always stop before they whip me. Not like the men. The lines. I checked it was the cab driver. “I will reach in 5 minutes, sir,” he said.Rohit suddenly picked up the pace while I was talking to the cab driver. “Ya. Ok….I will come down…..in some time,” I replied between gasps and moans.“Should I come up to take the bags?” he asked.“No..not right….now…..I …am a bit…..busy …right…..now,” I replied. I couldn’t speak normally cause Rohit was humping me with fast long strokes.“You seem sick, sir, are you sure I should not come up?” Now I was too horny and. Thanks to my height I was tall enough to see over the stall. It was a guy I didn’t recognize wearing a towel and spinning a blue loofah around his finger. We made eye contact as he stepped toward one of the stalls. I made no effort to slow down on his behalf. He raised an eyebrow, hearing the noises coming from my stall. “Dude, beat it in your own room,” he said, shaking his head at me. As if to prove him wrong, Triple B let out a moan and told me to go faster. The guy’s eyes widened, then he.