There were hands on her breasts, outside the tight, day-glo green sports-bra. There was another between her buttocks. The knot that held her sweatpant... were being untied.“The bitch is on heat..”Strong hands lifted her off the machine, and while in mid-air, she could feel how her pants slid down her legs. Why could she not just say no?They placed her on a large wooden crate. She was on her back, and she held her arms above her head. All her clothes were a mess, some around her ankles, the rest. I just hope that your reputation of having a conscience doesn't get in the way of your client's general lack of one."Mal grinned at the backhanded compliment. "I bet you say that to all the fellas." No, Mal I don't and at least I think it's time to be honest with each other. It's just you and me in here. You've never been my client and after Miranda I'm not really your tenant anymore. I chip in to help keep this boat in the air and I'm as much a part of this crew as anybody else. We've faced. I finished shower and wrapped towel and stepped out.My cock was hard and it gave a tent look to towel.Sharon noticed this and she was smiling,she knew what was coming.She was sitting on the edge of our queenbed and I stood next to her and french kisssed her,our tongues interlocked.Her hands went under my towel and she was feeling my big buttucks.With her smooth and silky touch,my cock was throbbing.I threw the towel and showed my cleanshaven cock to her.Sharon excaimed”my god,it looks. Every man there loved small-breasted women just as much as I did. I was in heaven with twenty-one topless women to look at. Jane was even pleased to go up to every woman there and talk to her just so that I could stare at her Itty Bitty Titties. I had never seen Jane so happy about the size of her tits before. Other women told her how proud they were of their titties and how they enjoyed wearing their tight club T-shirts without a bra just to show them off. At five o’clock we had a catered.