Margo could see the reflection of the light on a damp spot on her full, sensual lower lip. She could almost hear the whisper of the wind as it slipped... beneath the tent flap and see it toying with the tight leg of white jean shorts as she sat clasping her knees spread wide as she ate a power bar. The crotch of the tight shorts revealed the tell-tale crease of her slit. Engrossed in these contemplations Margo had become rigid. For a moment she looked wildly around the room, and then shook herself. She felt her pussy twitch with excitement as she stroked his cock but this wasn’t the time or place to go further. “Right Ben, let me see this lovely cock of yours shoot its cum. We can’t do much more as the shift change is close and the night staff will be here soon and wanting my report.”“Ah Mary, let me put it in you. It’s years since I’ve had a fuck. You can’t tease me like this and not let me fuck you.”“Not now Ben!” she gasped, thinking what it would be like to have that superb cock. The last thing he wanted was any hint of sex between himself and his dead friend’s daughter. What was obvious, however, was that Amy badly wanted to be punished. He wondered if perhaps there was something to her thought about ‘a sore butt fixing everything’. He knew that John Debbs had never punished Amy when she was little. By the time she was older it was too late to discipline her, or so John had thought. Maybe it hadn’t been too late. Maybe, in her most secret thoughts, she had wanted to be. She hadn't dared drink alcohol in this pink hell hole. Tiffany pulled a large black leather book out from underneath the pillow she was sitting on and cleared her throat. “Missy, the black candles please.” she whispered dramatically and another blonde nodded and started to arrange black candles every in the room.“Isn't this going too far?” Jane asked when Tiffany put a knife on the table in front of her. “Oh, shush. You're ruining it!” Tiffany cleared her throat once more and cut her finger.