Someone had done a really professional editing job because there was no hint of coercion anywhere in the short piece of film they watched. Beth burst ...into tears, whilst Abi paced up and down, breathing heavily, thinking "where the hell will I get $10k."They sat and cried together for ages completely at a loss as to what to do next. "I wonder if they've called Graham? said Beth."Who the hell is Graham? said Abi fractiously."He's the guy I was with" muttered Beth. "He said if we need him we. He could tell what joy the caning brought her but it was now his turn. Within reach of his free hand was the oils that Carew had laid on the table. He picked one up and spread a good quantity of it over his penis and balls. He gave Simone one last crack of the birch; a hard one that caused her to yelp loudly before he squirted some oil onto her backside. The feel of his hands on her smooth bottom had a cooling effect on her and it left Simone in no doubt as to where his cock was eventually. She lowered it some more until the water was directly spraying on her slit. "Ah!" There was a sharp sting that shocked her but then it became a massaging feeling that made her feel like she was urinating, but it felt good, really good. Erica widened her legs and propped her right one against the wall to widen the access the shower head had. She lowered it a little bit and gasped at the immediate pleasure it brought. She continued to slowly shift the shower head's spray up and down her slit. Thankfully there was a cloakroom provided so we could get rid of our wet coats and not have to drag them around with us.We walked slowly through the Mediterranean garden stopping occasionally to read something about the uses of some of the hundreds of plants that surrounded us before we stopped for a break in the orange grove. There was a small stall there dispensing a Mediterranean soup so we bought a bowl each along with a loaf of rustic bread and sat under a lime tree to eat it before we.