Dave was a carpenter by trade, and had plenty of demand for his work. Quite a bit of it he could handle in his own garage, next to the house and with ...a connecting door so it was his invariable practice to work there in his briefs. If he needed to protect his legs, groin and upper body from wood splinters and other dangers he would wear a long leather apron. Nothing would persuade Dave to wear trousers when he did not have to, and at odd times in the day he would find his hands drifting round to. We were all working on the bitch nicely when I heard a buzz. Julia had to stretch but was able to grab the tens unit and turned it up to its highest setting. She didn’t even smile at me as she usually did when she was about to do something vicious to sara. She just shoved the metal end of the tens unit into the bitch’s cunt. The bitch went rigid and after about two minutes she fainted. Julia seemed disappointed but then shrugged.Oh well, she’ll learn. She withdrew her hand from the bitch’s ass. Clean your self up a little we ain't near through...' Bradley released my thighs, as I lowered them i could not help but feel relieved from the way he had me pinned beneath him. As I turned to my side, Bradley tossed a towel on to my face and head and said '...i want you to wipe some my jazz off your ass, not get up...' I laid back as i took control of the towel and wiped the excess of his semen and lube from the exterior of my buttocks and between my buttcrack. It was then that I was able to. Well, perhaps ‘clothes’ wasn’t the right word. Jasmine was now dressed in dark nylons, held up by a lavender garter belt. Over those were a pair of dark purple panties, above which there was a matching quarter cup bra that cradled her breasts, but did nothing to hide them. Over the whole outfit she wore a pale lavender jacket that had a representation of a dragon woven into it. The dragon, embroidered in shades of magenta that matched the bra and panties, wrapped around her body, with its head.