" He replied.John took off his clothes, as he approached her. Chuck stood next to her still rubbing her breasts and stomach.As John grabbed her firm m...uscular calf, he said "She sure is an athletic gal, all muscle, not an ounce of fat on her." He grabbed her other calf, and began to raise her legs up, as he brought his now fully erect cock to the entrance of her womanhood."Damn honey, with a body like this, your in the wrong business, you should be like a swimsuit model or something." John said,. That really highlights the twins. In cheaper places, men start hovering like mosquitoes around a kid at summer camp. I could tell this place was nicer, though. I saw some eyes moving, but the guys had enough restraint to stay put for a while before moving in.My favorite drink’s a vodka martini. I actually like the glass better than the drink, that pointy cone shape. I like holding it out in front of me and looking just nowhere in particular. Don’t laugh! I don’t know, it’s just how I put my. "good slut, finish the painting now" was all she said.I went back to work, cock throbbing, balls now on fire!Ok, well, I soon finished the painting and was clearing up the plastic sheets when she came back, smiling at me still naked, still semi erect as I had been for several hours now. I must say, my balls hurt like hell, the worst case of blue balls imaginable (recounting this is having a assimilate effect now!) she told me to finish clearing up, then lay on the bed and put on a leather. It didn’t really stand up to any reasoning, but they went at me pretty hard with that theory.After I didn’t crack, they tried a variation of that, accusing me of shooting the lady Marshal. When that didn’t pan out they regrouped and tried to find a way to charge me with the various dead Russians. That they had a better case for, since I had in fact killed those men, but considering the circumstances I was confident any half-decent defense attorney would get me off if it came to a trial.I was.