My guess that Red's top was almost see through was confirmed when I saw her sitting there since she had shed her jacket. Jennifer was similarly attire...d but her magnificent breasts where fully exposed as Red was playing with one of Jennifer's nipples."Ah there you are toy".When Red spoke to me I looked up and at her eyes as she had taught me. This immediately earned me hit across my panty covered ass with a crop of sorts."What is going on here? MY toy is following his instructions." Sorry Red,. I watch her pick up her bag, oblivious to the fact that we know. She is quite pretty and my mind always in the gutter pictures her massaging her bead with it before sliding it in and out of her slick wet love hole. The security officers watching didn’t even batter an eyelid, poker faces on. My turn next.I hate airport security most of them are good but there is always one, the paranoid insecure one or the perverted one, the one who stops people not because they genuinely look suspicious but. 'It was early 1960s I was engaged to be married in a few months, and some of my pals wanted to go for a pint. One chap said he'd heard about a gay pub in Walsall and why didn't we go there, just for a laugh. Except in those days gay meant happy not queer! So we all went to this pub, it was called the 'Fountain' and was run by a woman in her 60s everyone called aunty. When we arrived Aunty refused to let us in, saying she thought we were from the rugby club and had caused trouble there, the week. Nothing worse than love gone sour.’ She was giggling and wrestling madly, trying to avoid being pinned to the mattress. I relented and said, ‘No screaming, the workers will be here soon.’ She reached for the phone and pulled me tight, dialing a number. ‘Clarissa! He is being very bad. Are you coming to the building this morning?’ ‘Oh, Nicole! I can’t! A new client with a wonderful project. I need the business. Will you give him a special beating for me?’ ‘Cherie! So sad. I will do my best.’.