.." They've been moved," said Brad. We turned a corner. Coming the other way was one of Brad's guards. Clad only in black leather trousers and a leath...r hood that masked the upper half of his face, his torso glistened with the sweat of recent effort. He and Brad exchanged a few quiet words. The guard took the ring of keys that hung from a clasp on his belt and passed them to Brad. We carried on as the guard pushed passed us. Sarah watched fearfully as he went.The corridor carried on down into. This car-park is near a canal but it has a main road right in front of it so not that private, most lunch times you will find a few cars parked that are looking for a bit "fun" so i was heading there about 3 times a week i would drive in and park along side of another car and see if they were open to a bit of cock fun, most days i would have on joggers with a small pair of my wifes knickers on with maybe hold-ups of real stockings with suspenders after sitting for a few mins and judging if the. I have one of these chairs in my office,? Candi said reassuringly. Esme glanced at Bradley, who finally spoke up. ?You know Jimmy is going to love a shot of you stripping down and riding that thing.? The reporter rolled her eyes, sighing. Bradley was right. Esme’s producer would like a shot like that. She looked back at the stool and then slipped her thumbs into the gauze skirt she had wrapped around her waist. It slithered down over her hips with just the slightest pressure. Janey had on a different knit one over her blue jeans. Margaret got her nipples right away, wishing she could return hers for a second. It felt good to stroke them under that modest clinging cloth. Her hands and Janey's big tits felt slippery. A fiery tongue licked up the nerves of Margaret's upper thighs and lower belly.Their tongues played audacious gradual games, touching the other girl's lips and mouth, nose and cheeks, as well as the other person's tongue.Their mouths plastered together..