“Couldn’t they just expand the tunnels?” she asked.“Maybe an ordinary tunnel, they could,” he said, “But the Hudson River Tunnels are anyt...hing but ordinary.”“What do you mean?” she asked.“At the time it was built, the Broadway was considered largely impossible,” George explained, “It was considered impossible to build tracks over the Jersey salt marshes- Pennsylvania achieved this by elevating the tracks and laying the support posts down in the bedrock.“But that was considered nothing compared. She adored the air-conditioned atmosphere of mouth-watering scents, hypnotic colours and pools of brightly lit products against the black walls.The shop was fairly quiet, except for a group of giggling teenage girls, dabbing the trial products onto each other's faces. Justy lingered at the display of her favourite body lotion and shower gel ‘Dirty Springwash’, revelling in the memory of uninhibited showers shared with her daughter Molly.Justy could feel her panties already getting damp as she. Don’t ask again.”He nodded and, in the manner of our strange sadistic creed, he started to act protective of my little slave whenever I entertained guests and they attempted to overstep their bounds. He also seemed to make sure that no one else would dare ask about buying Lady from me. And in return, I let him help me torture her often. I was quite terrible on her, as well, forcing her to become accustomed to harsh sensation and foul torture. Hanging her by her nailed and hooked breasts was a. Shelley was ecstatic at seeing us fucking and Colin was urging me on to shoot my load up inside him. It didn’t take long. I felt the surge build and it came like a flood. He cried out as he felt the hot spurt inside him and Shelley laughed and grabbed his buttock again peering close. Jean was next to me with the camera focussed on critical area as I slowly withdrew. My cock coated in oil and his arsehole almost gripping it as it withdrew. Then the knob eased out and the tel-tale smear of.