I ran for about an hour, up the end of town and out in to the country, the sun was hot, but the freedom gave me time to think.As I ran back into town ... started thinking of the mystery woman, I passed Amy’s dance school, was it Ms Brennanovic, the dance teacher, she was hot, but I decided too prudish and definitely too stern. I ran past the small café, the waitress there, Penny has always been a fantasy for most of the guys, but she just got married, so I guessed it probably wasn’t her. Was it. Not yet. Her crinoline felt funny in her lap.She stroked the steering wheel, where his hands had held it. It was stiff, and round, and leathery-smooth. She leaned over it, and smelled it, tasted the residue of his sweat.What was she doing?She sat up abruptly, hands in her lap, demurely. Legs uncrossed, though. The car was no place to have one's legs crossed. There was barely room for it, between the seat and the dashboard. No room for...The side door snapped open, and Paul was back in the car.. ”It was just a short walk to a different area where they could see rows of Jessica 3000 spitting machines.“I see you do mechanical spitting.”“Of course. We have so many orders that we couldn’t keep up if we had to do it manually.”“How many Jessicas do you run?”“Right now we have 20 operating, but I want to double that. That’s why we need your investment.”“So exactly what products are you offering your customers here?”“Live, spitted meat girls, ready to go over the coals. They can be gutted or. Eagerly you suck it deep and realise you can faintly taste yourself, so you know this was the first one to enter you. Hands hold you still as you start to get fucked at both ends. The cock in your cunt feels wide and fills you up and the one on your mouth is longer and reaches further into your throat. Your breasts are being squeezed and sucked, your nipples so hard they could burst and you feel yourself taken right up to that borderline between pleasure and pain. You are lost in pure pleasure..