" She should have been angry or blushed with shame. Instead, she felt a thrill. They'd noticed. Her tits were phenomenol. Men WANTED her. They want...ed her TITS. She could tell by their expressions they wanted to put their hands under her blouse, tug at her bra, "feel her up." She knew what the expression meant. It was about what she came to learn was an important part of Rough Sex. She WANTED it. NO, she CRAVED the idea of men sinking their fingers into her lush breasts and making them. She had dressed well he notes wearing all his favorite things, a silk blouse, skirt, heel, and if he wasn't mistaken stockings. She loved to be spanked with her skirt flipped up but today he had other plans. He met her eyes once again and pointed to her blouse, using his finger as a conductor uses a stick, he motioned for her to remove her shirt. She held his gaze and opened the blouse one button at a time; she let it fall behind her and reached back releasing her bra also letting it slip to. Pulling away I smile and pick up the Nivea oil and water lily body wash from the shelf, squeezing some into my hand I lather it up and start to rub it all over his chest. he does the same thing but moves his hands up and down my back spreading my cheeks and cleaning me between my thighs, pulling me towards him and using the soap I’ve rubbed on his chest to clean mine. Moving my right hand over his cock and my left caresses his balls he turns me round so his now hard cock is pressing against my. The pictures of the complex on the internet didn’t really give a good idea of the size of the facility or the fact that there was a large motor pool where numerous vehicles were kept and serviced. They also didn’t include the large parking lots for the people working there, or the several auxiliary buildings scattered around the complex.“How large would you say this place is?” I asked Sean.“At least as large as the area that our properties cover,” Sean answered after some thought.“Yes, at least.