“Peter! Peter! Up here, please.”The girls looked at him. “Sore bottom time!” said Clare but he just stuck his tongue out at her.Peter went ups...tairs and the girls scurried to the bottom of the staircase. Suzie called Peter to his bedroom off the landing. The girls could hear every word.“Now, Peter, you have, shall we say, soiled your sheets again” Suzie told him.Peter looked at the sheet his landlady was putting in the laundry basket.“Um, yes, Suzie. Sorry.”Suzie looked at this very attractive. She finished a round of photos, glancing at me in-between shots, then she went back to her car, moved it to be in front of mine, closer to the tree she was interested in, got out and took more photos, again glancing my way as she circled the tree.She got back in her car, drove and turned around and parked parallel to me, got out again and took more pictures, circling the tree, taking pictures of the branches on the ground.I smiled at her and she said, “I bet you are wondering what I am taking. Subservience to men? Defying her parents? Defying the priests? The words of her god claimed those things she had railed against, those things she had defied, were paramount.As she felt her guilt towering over her, new thoughts came to her. Her god had allowed this. He had allowed the creation of women and bound them in subservience to men. Her god had caused all of this. The gate was his. The struggle was his. Every word in every book of her god struck against her, consuming her with ever more. Lizzy seemed oblivious to the two new arrivals, her gaze locked on the sight of her pissing pussy and the mess she was making. Rebecca gave a small gasp of delight at the sight, one hand moving to touch her covered crotch. Zara for her part was mesmerised by the sight of such a blatantly naughty act, her own antics in the Lady’s loo seeming tame by comparison. Movement from her side caused her to turn to discover a bottomless Leah having a wee over the one chair and Hannah busily urinating over.