You take a step back...I hear the sounds of belt buckles being undone I know there is more than one person behind me…my breath quickens my body trem...bles...I feel a set of hands squeeze around each thigh and pull in opposite directions...I am fully exposed...slap...slap...SLAP… the cheeks of my ass are slapped over and over...my hips lunge forward...I gasp...my collar presses against my throat with each thrust...I feel the sting and burn of my skin as my ass cheeks are squeezed and pulled. One night I was out for dinner with some clients from our office and, as two of them were from out of town I had to bring them back to their hotel. It was already late and, having drunk a little too much (we knew that as long there were no accident, the police wasn’t checking your breath at that time) I felt horny. So I decided to make a drive trough the TS areas. I felt a little disappointed because there were nobody around. I made another turn to go to sleep when I saw a girl standing there.. He wiped the rest of the ink off the tattoo. (After we got home and looked at the pics i took you could see that he was pulling her pussy lips to the side and rubbing across her clit ever time he wiped the ink off.)I took a few pics while he worked on her then a finished one for her to see better. He got the other artist to come back in to see the finished job, he was telling her how to take care of the tattoo. He put some lotion in his hand and rubbed it all around with his fingers even. She realized it was still a long way to the top, and she had a feeling they would need to go all the way to the top of the mountain.They started shivering in the cold air. Megan tapped into the moisture in the snow and created a bubble of warmer air around them. It wasn't hot enough to make them sweat from their exertions. Megan had read, someplace, that sweating in a cold environment could be as dangerous as the cold itself.Cory and Brennan were both breathing hard in the thinning air by a.