The harshness of the corridor light… The loud fast beating of your heart in your chest… The quick shallow gulps of your own breath… Still, you h...esitate as if not daring to turn the fantasy into reality – hardly believing that only an short time and a brief taxi ride ago you were sitting in your own room and suggesting once again that I head off into the night towards you. This night however you were shaken to the core when I said ‘okay’. Biting your lip you gather your courage and knock. ‘That’s what you want,’ I whisper. ‘That’s not what I want,’ he says. ‘You want to have me?’ My eyes shoot up to his. The scars don’t bother me any more. We’re as comfortable with his disfigurement as we are with my exposed nipples. But he looks away. ‘I suppose I would,’ he nods. ‘Do you know why I’ve kept you separate on Washing Day? Why the others are put through all sorts of things while you remain untouched? Simply viewed?’ ‘You want to make certain I’m… pure.’ ‘Yes – exactly that,’. Bending over to soap her strong sensuous legs, her ass cheeks stretched tautly, her tantalizing black bush peeking between her sensuous and deep ass crack.This was the view that Eugenia spied as she lay on the riverbank reading a very naughty book about decidedly non-celibate monks and nuns. Her pulse raced as she took in the sight. The ruby red lips, the sultry eyes, the delectable ass and the strong muscular legs. For some reason, her heart was beating faster, and her virginal pussy began to. Lisa looked mortified, she panicked that her husband or someone else would have heard or seen what had happened. But nothing was said. The second guy moved on and again kept her husband occupied as the next guy moved to Lisa. He moved straight in for a hug and wasted no time grabbing her ass and squeezing it tight whilst also calling her “a dirty fuck slut”. Lisa had to endure this abuse from every single guy as they “congratulated” her on getting married. The guys rubbed her pussy through her.