I couldn't, could I?" No, but that's not how Kushnar would see it. You turn up with an attractive woman in tow. Of course he assumes that she is 'your...s'. That's the way that their culture works, even informally."Gerry sat back in his seat feeling glum. What made things worse was that he'd found Suzie insufferable. When it came to women, he preferred the quietly compliant Fanima to the brash and noisy Ms. Berkham. And she had known it. Even if they got her back, she probably wouldn't ever. It was a silent ride, of course. There weren't any engines or moving parts, and nobody talked much, so it was always a little weird being on one of those things, watching the world go slowly by.I had my right arm around a chrome stanchion, a smallish one that didn't serve much purpose since the trolley didn't rock at all, or even lurch to a start or stop. They were moving continuously and you just hopped on or off wherever you wanted. But I had that metal in the crook of my elbow, kinda pulling. The pain was immense and my cock shot out. My 6 inches was as hard as it gets as he dangled more Clothespins in front of my eyes. He tweaked the nipple clamps which reminded me how sore they already were. He took off the clamps and started twisting each nipple. I screamed in pain was yanking on my restraints which were secured quite well. My cock defied me and continued to drool.He quickly grabbed my cock and played with the precum. "Well someone is enjoying this" he quipped. I simply. You could literally sit there for hours, days, weeks, months or even years just clicking on one more picture of somebody naked, doing something associated with having sex.And the best part of it was that a lot of it was amateur stuff, sent in by the woman in the picture. And that meant she didn't mind me looking, right? I mean it was right there for everybody to see, so it was okay to look, right?Some of those women were getting fucked too, which meant that if I wanted to pretend it was my.