.. this time.”I barely keep myself from asking what he means by that. He pinches my nipple through my bra so roughly that it almost hurts, and sudde...ly pulls me backwards with his arm. I stagger half against him and catch myself against the handrail. We're backed up into the corner of the cabin.The cabin softly jerks to a halt. The bell chimes. Both sets of doors slide open. Three people enter the elevator. I see their pale faces at the edge of my vision because I don't dare to look up at them.. "Please don't tell anyone. You won't will you?" Wilma begged."Of course not," Sophie told her, kissing her and wondering how best to let Miss Ashton know of this wonderful little tart."Right, again!" she breathed; pushing Wilma down towards her arching cunt and the little tart complied.******Jeremy Brown was a stout man in his late forties and had been very successful in business. He had married late and Wilma was his only child.His wife had left him and run off to America with a much younger. "As long as you're on my side," Brit said."What do you mean?" When Jeff and I get into fights, of course," she giggled."Hey!" Jeff exclaimed."Please, Auntie Rachael?" Brit asked, flashing her "I'm so cute that you can't refuse me anything" smile. She had it down to an art; it worked on Greg, it worked on Allison, and sometimes it even worked on Jeff."Allison was right," Rachael laughed. "You're really an adorable girl. I can see we're going to get along great." So you'll be on my side?" Tell. She paused to fan herself with her hand before peeling off her shirt and tossing it aside, as she began to roll her hips as she danced to the throbbing beat of the music. Chloe smiled as she looked over to her computer, seeing the leaves of the bushes shaking slightly on the live feed as her body moved to the music. She could already feel her pussy becoming wet as she thought of her peeping tom jerking off in her bushes, getting off on just watching her body as she danced. Chloes favorite body.