We searched around for our clothes and finally we got dressed. Big hugs all round as we said our goodbyes, we knew we would see Mike and Jenny again s...oon as they were developing into great friends.Lisa and I took a slow walk home through the park, laughing and giggling as we went as we were both a bit worse for wear and it wasn’t long before we got home safe and sound, Lisa just dropped her backpack and collapsed on the sofa. Bless her, she was totally spent.I sat in my chair and just looked. As the fourth stroke landed and she cried out again, closing her eyes and shaking her head, she knew that all the offenders looking at her would be more and more horrified when looking at her face, and she certainly would have preferred to have been sitting with the rest of the group watching one of the others being caned, but, yet again, had to accept that it was her own fault that she was the one singled out.The fifth stroke landed and Martha cried out again and the pain was overtaking all of. I sat down and Clara made our tea. She got the cake off her counter and cut us both a slice of cake. “Do you like milk and sugar in your tea?” “Yes. That would be lovely.” My cock was hard in my pants. I couldn’t wait to get busy in Clara’s bedroom. I wanted to taste her pussy and fuck her like she had never been fucked before. I wondered if she’d cry in pain or scream in ecstasy. Clara gave me the tea and the cake. “Clara, this cake is delicious. You’re quite a baker.” She just giggled. ' Helicopter pilots would call it 'The Golden BB Award.'The entire Special Forces Rescue team, including the OV-10 pilot who scouted terrain for the team, was there. I thought the tough looking retired guy looked familiar."Sargent, I can never thank you enough for getting me out of a place we never were." I grinned, "after you meet my family, you can see why." From the awards you got, most of which I have a feeling I'll never see again, I'd say you could have used us a lot more often. Survivor.