“We need to get dressed. I don’t think that we want our secrets getting out to anyone, do we?” I finally whispered to nods from all of them.“T...hey’re on their way. I don’t know if there is any saving your father, but if anyone can, it would be them,” Mom assured us now.I began pumping on Dad’s chest as hard as I could to try to revive him, but he really seemed to be fading fast. His skin was cold and clummy, his breath non-existent despite Mom’s attempts to resuscitate him mouth-to-mouth. It was. Her ribs were bruised and there were some nasty cuts under her lovely, battered breasts. Those sturdy thighs and well turned shins were covered in cuts and grazes, her whole body was a mass of angry red marks and ugly bruises."Just like mine", thought Katie. "That was quite a day!"And she fell asleep, still lovingly cradling Angie."Back to normal today, eh? Bozo. Peace has returned"John stood, exactly on the spot where yesterday's fight had taken place. The sand was smooth, now, having been. It did not come all the down way to my knees. Seeing this, Lady Idalys told me, “You will have to sit like a proper sissy. I do not want to look in the mirror and see a reflection of your little sissy clit. Sit.”Luciana and Katie took something out of the bag that Luciana had been holding. Then Luciana bent down and took my left leg as Katie gripped my right arm. Soon each had fastened a Velcro strap to hold a leg and an arm to Lady Idalys’ chair. At that point, I probably could have. Her exposed neck absorbed a rapturous attack of Leandro's lips and tongue and teeth. As she held on with one hand behind his neck and the other against a shelf of books, he pushed up the bottom of her shirt, past her smooth creamy belly and over her milky, round breasts. His appreciative tongue soon was flicking and swirling around her hazel nipples, hardening them to a strained attention. The space around them was swirling with wanton lust and Nissa had long given up trying to think straight..