For the next 15 minutes or so, I posed in quite a few innocent and sexy poses with them. They were all tiny with just a little triangle of thin material and strings. I’d been looking forward to going on that one again and I wasn’t disappointed; neither were my audience or the cameras. Whilst I was up there that third time the egg kicked into life with a long blast that took me over the top and I hung on to the 2 men holding me. I grunted at the force of the invasion then got into the same rhythm as his thrusts. After chatting for ages they got up to leave and I told them that their knickers and bras were back; all nice and clean. Then I squeezed the egg out and into my hand. “Look Georgia, do you see any unhappy people? As I did so I watched the others dress in a similar way. All glanced over to me then got on with their workouts. There was a short pause then he trust into me in one hard, fast move. The squat thrusts were the most revealing as my vest slid right up to my shoulders as my feet jumped forwards.
