I copied the details onto a blank page of my notebook. ‘Did Bert give you any idea how long it will take for him to fix your car?’ I asked. ‘He...said that it would be at least four days.’ ‘That should be fine, we don’t have any forward bookings that will get in the way.’ ‘Do you two always go through this charade with stranded motorists?’ ‘Damn, we’re going to have to go back into rehearsals if we can’t fool anyone. Yeah, we do this with everyone in your situation, it’s just a bit of harmless. I figured that like the last two girls, Jillian would need to take a few practice swings first. I was wrong. Whoosh, BLAM! The hard pointed toe of her shoe impacted directly into my right nut, causing a blinding jolt of pain to race through my body. I let out a pitiful mewling sound as I collapsed to the ground like a sack of potatoes. Based on the pain currently coursing through me, I figured I’d probably be laying there for the rest of my life. “That was amazing Jillian,” Jennifer gushed.. The men looked at each other and laughed. “ fuck knows where you found this one Steve, but that’s one dirty little slag!”. Tom climbed on top of Karen and started to tit fuck her 36Ds. With both hands released she squeezed her tits together till his cock disappeared. Faster and faster he went,pinching her nipples till she cried out in pain. “oh you bastard, hurt me, spank my tits”. This was a side of Karen I did not know. With one big whack she screamed in agony. Again and again Tom did as. "I'm wet now," she stated just as the waitress came over. The waitress cleared our dishes and took orders for coffee and tea. My wife tucked her skirt under her casually. "Touch yourself," I said. "I already am," she replied with her hands under the table. I moved my chair a little and she opened her legs. I watched as her fingers with red nails gently stroked the tiny tuft of manicured hair above her pink lips. My cock growing harder in my shorts now and I could feel the dampness in my cotton.