It was the most amazing feeling. When the kiss broke, I was gasping for air. I was light headed from the lack of oxygen, I think.I can't even remember...how I got to the bed. I can remember Misty whispering in my ear. "Remove your top honey," she said.I crossed my arms and raised the Tee over my head. When it came away. I was left standing there in my soft cloth brassiere. I didn't feel any shame at all. I was far past any feeling except lust. I watched Misty and Benny kissing and felt my. One by one the rough cloth sheathing was dragged from their nakedness after the connecting chains had been detached. The necessity for public propriety to cover their exposed flesh to open view now fully dispensed with. Their group indoors safely cloistered from of public scrutiny of Islamic Sharia. The gags were quickly removed. The sound of collective sobbing from the unfortunate women rose up as they huddled close together in a mass arms still fettered behind by the irons as they all cried.. I drove off, up Whitedirt Lane towards Clanfield where Jean was meeting the works bus that would take her on to the factory.I was nearly fifteen then and Jeany was sixteen and sexy.Her job meant Jean had entered the outside world.Her appearance changed; her hair in a pony-tail that she constantly brushed and flicked.She also began losing interest in the horse-riding that we’d always shared together.Before long she was talking about her wonderful new boyfriend at the factory.Jonny Myles was. Clearly, his patience at taking orders from this little man was wearing thin. "I can't help it if my men walk out on me." There was more than a hint of anger in his voice."You're supposed to help it!" Ron snarled. "You're the foreman, aren't you? That's what I pay you for, isn't it?" He stabbed his finger into the chest of the hapless foreman. "Not to run a job three months behind schedule! Not to cost me a fortune by these stupid delays!" He stomped away in frustration, pacing to try to.