”After some more whining excuses which I brushed aside, she got out and began walking slowly around the car. Getting into the mood, she began swing...ing her hips, exaggerating her walk. Bouncing her boobs on purpose, she cupped them and offered them to me. Walking up to the window, she pressed them flat against the window and giggled. She started dancing and said, “Turn on some music. I wanna dance.”I found a station with rock music and she really got into it, dancing like a buxom sprite. Look old china, maybe you need a break. I know, why don't you knock off a bit early today, once you've finished up. Go on, treat yourself, spend the rest of the afternoon at home with, erm, Jenny isn't it?"To Jamison's surprise, Donald just laughed in his face. "You just don't get it do you? I am knocking off early. I'm knocking off now. You can stick the file up your big, fat arse for all I care," and marched away to his car. Jamison could only stare in shock, then he shouted, "Donald Harwell,. My bent legs jerked and writhed shamelessly as I enjoyed the most amazing self-styled DP ever. I blamed it all on my hormones. The men wasted no time dragging me over to a clearing and pushing me onto my knees, with my arms straight down, supporting my robust frame. I was surrounded by willing, twitching cocks; too many to count. I was so aroused, realizing that my fantasy was coming true before my very eyes: a hard cock found my mouth, as several hands reached under my torso and squeezed my. Her chestnut brown hair fell about her shoulders, shining softly in the dim light of the bar. Her makeup was perfect, but she was truly beautiful. If anything, the way she dressed downplayed her beauty instead of enhancing it. I gave her a card. “Hmm, I’m tempted to use your services. My shoulders are killing me from the flight.” “Flight attendant,” I thought. This should be fun! “Here, let me give you a free sample,” I said, standing up and spinning her around on her bar stool. I pulled her.