She hung the scope around her neck again and said:"Now I'm going to examine your breasts."My heart skipped a beat as she continued; "Remove your bra f...r me, please."I reached behind and my trembling hands fumbled with the hook."Let me help." She offered, stepping forward and reaching around me withoutwaiting for my response. She slipped the hooks with the ease of someonevery familiar with the garment. As she backed away she grasped the strapsand pulled the light nylon bra with her. The cups. Our eyes still bore into each other, but on the periphery of my vision is your taut body, now coated in a thin sheen of sweat. My arms are shaking at the effort of holding myself steady against your increasing thrusts.Without missing a beat, your arms come up my body, hands passing back up over my breasts to cup my shoulders from the front, pulling me more upright. My own hands shoot back to hold the side of your thighs, the balance of our bodies seesawing as you move back and forth, in and. Nothing more was said. The men grabbed us by the arm and led us over to their pickup truck. It was parked right beside the woodpile that they had just unloaded. They bent us over the tailgate side by side. We heard them behind us, opening their pants and getting their dicks out.Joni nudged me with her elbow. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her drop a big gob of spit on her fingers and quickly use it to lubricate her pussy. Why the hell didn't I think of that?!! I quickly did the same thing. I sent for Deborah to stand up take my arm and then walk arm and arm with me into the store located not far away.When we arrived in the teeny miss department an older woman who was a bit on the pudgy side immediately greeted us. "How can I help you", she asked. "I need to dress my new slutty play toy here up in some new role playing clothes," I said as I motioned to Deborah.The woman's face registered the shock of my statements but I quickly slipped into her mind and eased her worries. On top.