The cool of the icy box behind me helped but I could feel the juices dripping down the inside of my thighs. I was afraid to look down between my legs,...I knew that my clitoris was aching and swelling, it might even be visible by now. I crouched slightly to loosen the fabric across my hips."Fuck, I'm not going to get it," he growled. He turned around and saw that not only were there three men behind me watching, but four more and two women behind him. He motioned for them to step closer. I. So I try to reason with her "But when my husband comes home, I can't." Ah yes, you are married aren't you. Well, in that case, you'll have to be very careful. Tell me slave, what do you think your husband would do if he found out what you were doing right now? Would he be angry with you, or would he be turned on?"I thought about it for a few seconds, wondering exactly what Dave would do. He was a man after all, and like all men he had fantasies, so maybe he would be angry at first but then when. I always gravitated toward big men, the rougher and bigger they were, the better I like them.One of my new ‘girlfriends,’ Peter, told me that you never knew how good-looking guy was until he pulled his underpants down. I totally subscribed to that philosophy. Only being five-foot-six tall and very slight of build, I was like a magnet to the daddy types. Nothing pleased me more than having my arse pummelled by a huge and hairy well-hung hunk.I was, therefore, elated when Peter told me about a. " Get my license," Tara nudged him as Craig dug through the pocketbook,finding her wallet and pulling it out."Here," said Craig, handing it over."Thank you, Tara," said the girl, looking at it and then at Craig beforehanding it back. "I'll stamp your tickets." Sure," said Craig as he began putting it away. "Thank you." Keep out your ID, Miss. You and your boyfriend just need to show it withthe stamped tickets after you go through the metal detector, and they'llput your wristbands on you," said.