They walked, and reversed, in a circle. A multi-pulley 'block and tackle' was used to make the rope on the crane go up or down. It was just simple gea...s and pullies, really. But it worked. This was how cargo ships were loaded and unloaded. It was cumbersome, and mistakes were not uncommon. However, shippers were aware of the situation, and provided packaging that was appropriate. Truly fragile shipments were clearly labled, and were always either 'hand carried', or were handled by special. ” Then he grinned. “He wants to see you though. He’s inside.” He motioned behind him, and Maria realized he was standing next to the entrance to the showers. What could Andre possibly want from her at this hour? And why did he feel the need to throw her an extra hundred bucks? “This better be quick,” she sighed, stepping into the dimly lit room. Crawford just leered at her. She wasn’t fond of him. Andre was leaning against the far wall, under a row of now dry showerheads. He was tall, well. Now it's all lubed up with my saliva I stick it to the coffee table. I tremble with anticipation, erect cock in hand as I straddle the table and feel the dildo slide up against my bum. I lower myself onto my jelly cock and savour the feeling as the tip penetrates me. I tease myself with the tip only allowing a couple of inches up me to start. I grip my bald cock feeling my quickened pulse through its throbbing length. Pre cum spills from the tip but I hold myself back, I don’t want to. Her brown tiny nipples like the last drop of coffee on cappuccino. She cupped her breasts. ‘Are you sure it will be able to over these?’ she pinched her nipples making them pebble even harder. ‘Tanyi.’ He said helplessly. His cock straining against his slacks. ‘And you know I can’t wear them with these.’ She tossed the top to the floor, her hand travelling down her stomach to the sides of her boy-shorts. ‘They make me feel so dirty.’ He wanted to tell her that he wanted to make her even dirtier.