Their widely publicised lesbian affair had caused one of the biggest nights in Twitter history but had done their album sales no harm. Now the girls w...ere waiting in the first class lounge at Shagwick airport. They were both in dark glasses hoping to avoid any would-be celebrity spotters. As they were chatting, their ears pricked up when the airport PA system made an announcement. “Would Passengers Kole and Constinaplos please report to the check-in desk.” “That’s us,” said Sheryl.” Theresa. L.F fit her to a tee. And I was going to have to drop my pants for her. She was quite the professional but had a great bedside manner that made the visit with her so pleasant, even though she took four samples. The urine and blood one I was expecting as I was the sample of the pre-cum grey mucus matter, though I did not enjoy her sticking the q-tip up the tip of my penis, but it was the sperm one threw me for a loop. Masturbating was nothing new to me, indeed, it was the only reason I could. “Yes Sir.” She said. She could feel the crop against her bottom; resting there; laying there across her two rounded cheeks. She waited and waited. Waited for it to be lifted; waited for the inevitable strike against her flesh, but he held back. When it finally came her bottom leapt in the air and a scream escaped from her lips. It was hard and brutal. She sobbed her count and thank you as he lay the crop across her bottom again, this time a little lower than where the first strike had hit. It. I'll bring it. You guys always supply the suds, why shouldn't we help out?"Three of us went upstairs together; Alex followed shortly with a bag of those giant beer cans. We sat down and opened up a set, Tom and Alex on the sofa, me in the middle. Mary sat in the arm chair across from us.We talked and guzzled beer. Mary said 'someone we met' had told her about the pin in her kilt, and she undid it and passed it around. Her kilt slid open, showing most of her leg. I looked at her, she looked back.