I casually walk through the whole length looking in the cafés and the women sitting on the benches. They are the ones without any shopping bags, or a... trolley beside them. They also follow you with their eyes, almost begging you to talk with them.Once I see a good potential, I either casually sit on the bench close to her or at a table nearby, if she is in a café. There are many ways to start a conversation to purposely drop something near them, bent to pick it up and see how they react, then. The second whips across the top of my thighs and burns. I cry out loud but manage to not move. The next few all land on my ass, making me scream loudly and causing my ass to start burning and throbbing. "Sir, please…God it hurts so much!!!" You stop. "You want me to stop hitting your ass for a minute?" Yes, just for a minute Sir" I snivel."Alright then", You reply, and You kick my legs even further apart. "Don't move", You remind me threateningly. The next lash snaps up between my legs and hits. The four women were also dressed, but in diaphanous evening wear that only hid their charms, enough to be exciting. Zak was hoping his erection won’t obvious.“Mum, Dad, now this is a surprise but a very pleasant one would you are for some wine or we do have soft drinks.”“A glass of wine would be very peasant dear. As you suggested this place is having a positive effect on us. At dinner I was being restrained, now I have decided I don’t care. Though I do feel under-dressed.”“Easily sorted, hold. The only reason I didn't was because I didn't think we could get it down out of the attic without it falling apart." She looked decidedly grumpy and that made her look older than usual.So then ten people tried to cram themselves into the attic to retrieve Rip's diary. Nobody wanted to be left out of the adventure, and all insisted on climbing the steep steps and packing themselves into the dusty, hot room. Fran was the smallest, and she ducked under the desk and fiddled. There was a creak and a.