. I thought about that a lot later. You know?" In bed?" I teased her and she blushed even more."You want to have sex in the men's room?" Steve asked h...er, maybe seriously, I couldn't tell."Oh!" Lisa laughed. "I don't know, um ... Maybe. Uh, what about you?" He's a guy!" I laughed. "He'll do it anywhere." Yeah," Steve sighed theatrically. "Guys are like that, I guess." Are you like that, Miss Russet?" Lisa asked me and then it was my turn to blush, although maybe not for the reasons she. The strikes began across her shoulder blades, and then worked down along her back, spending more time on her ass, and then moving to her thighs. The return journey took the same amount of time, but the strikes were a little harder, and as they crisscrossed her ass, I saw the slave's head lift as she reacted for the first time. She didn't appear to be in any form of distress; in fact, her face seemed very calm, although her breathing began to deepen ever so slightly.The whip was moving quickly,. “Oh, you've got to be kidding...” she muttered angrily.This was a custom-made tank top, very stretchable yet exceedingly strong, designed only to keep her very ample bosom relatively still while she performed whatever acrobatics made necessary by her searches. And now, she was hanging from it, just a few feet above ground. Her enormous mammaries, now unrestrained, wobbled and jiggled, still reeling from the fall. The fabric of Lara's top had stretched so much the courageous adventuress couldn't. She stood behind the bent woman, and slipped her hands round her waist, slowly and rhythmically pressuring the stalled diaphragm. Greta's hand slipped through the flapping lab coat, and brushed against the soft naked skin of the woman's abdomen."Jesus, I always figured you guys wore something under these."Greta realized her nipples were boring holes in to the woman's back, and this time professionalism got the better of her and she relaxed her grip."Look, can you make it to the passenger seat.