You fucking like that slut? Like it rough when youre being fucked, hey slag. I recon you do. he shouted in my face. Oh yes, I love being punished, sla... my tits, slap what ever you like, just keep fucking my hard with your big cock, I shouted back. Ha, Ha, you fucking whore, youll get what you want, he replied, and on every thrust he slapped my tits to his rythum. My nipples were large and my tits red from the punishing ordeal. The women are urging him on, and shouting to fuck the bitch real. She was being held firmly, without any means of escape, and James focussed again.‘You are fabulous, Mrs K,’ James went on, and he took one more picture of the stunning tits, including Robin’s face, before he put away the mini camera. ‘I think we’ll keep the sexy bra as well, just as a souvenir, Mrs K,’ and he picked up the bra from the floor, and shoved it into his waist band. ‘Shall we get back then, we don’t want you getting into trouble. We look forward to Wednesday, don’t we Charlie?’ and. He had even managed to text a photo of our table to his wife, you couldn't clearly see beneath the table, but you could clearly see Steve and me, and Jim's description explained the rest. Jim's wife told him to go for it, as long as he told her every detail when he returned. Steve and I were speechless as we considered what we were being asked. Jim then asked if we had ever shared a lover. We told him no, and he then smiled and suggested that we might try it.He then asked Steve, "do you mind,". "Donning the suits but leaving the tops off so that they had the mag boots for traction, they only had to deal with inertia. Jorge began to propel the crates using leg power for propulsion and his arms for guidance. Jane used his bulk and upper body strength to catch and guide the cargo into place. After a few mishaps, they quickly developed a rhythm that turned the old firefly class transport hold into boomer ship-shape. While they worked, Jorge asked the bigger man how he came by his name if.