Not quite a Honeymoon 14

»Sir, we are closing now!«

Mike looked up at the young waitress, blinking after he had looked on the display of his phone for some two hours, interrupted only by short trips to the bathroom or outside to have a cigarette. He tried a friendly protest:

»Don`t you have open until 10pm?«

The smile on the waitress`s face became a bit stern.

»It`s a quarter past ten now!«

Mike looked at the window, seeing that it had indeed turned dark outside. He got up, stretched his aching back and then reached for his wallet.

»As far as I know, overtime has to be paid extra!«

The waitress stared at the 50 Pound note he gave her.

»That`s too much!«

For a second, she feared that the big tip was the prelude for an attempt to ask her out or try something more direct, but the man seemed to be somewhere else with his thoughts. Suddenly concerned, she asked:

»Sir, is everything okay?«

For the first time, Mike really took notice of her. She was young, maybe still at school, and she sported a »Stranger Things« T-Shirt. It showed a burning 20sided dice. Mike stared at the dice as if he had an epiphany.

Since the motive was on her chest, the waitress misunderstood his stare. She shied back and looked over her shoulder for her male colleague who was just bringing the garbage out. The man showed a slightly frightening grin and said:

»Fireball!«

The girl forced an insecure smile on her lips and he suddenly seemed to get back from wherever he had been. Still grinning, he once again reached for his wallet.

»Thank you so much, you have just saved a lot of lives!«

He left and the girl looked after him. She was sure that the man was a drug addict – but he had not harmed her and she had just earned another 100 Pound!

Mike had not taken anything stronger than three Espressi and two cigarettes, but he now felt adrenaline pump through his body. The idea was hilarious, but it could be the solution for his problem!

His last 50 Pound brought him to a house in a less reputed area and he was not surprised that the shop still was open, since its customers often showed up at unusual times.

»Is Archie here?«, he asked one of the employees he knew from seeing. Obviously, the man recognized him, too, for he told him to get into the room in the back where an elderly man was busy with some electronic device.

»What`s that, Archie? An atomic bomb?«

The man looked up and grinned.

»Ah, Dunbar! No, that`s just the interior of my nephew`s RC car! So, are you back in the Service?«

Mike shook his head.

»I am here on private – but I could need your help!«

The man`s smile disappeared.

»You know I can`t do that! This is not a hardware store! Bishop would kill me!«

Mike`s face cheered up.

»So, bishop`s still in charge? Good! For as chance happens, Bishop still owes me a favour. A favour he could show you, if you would be so kind and help me.«

Archie put down his screwdriver and stepped closer.

»I could indeed need a few weeks off – Madeira is said to be nice at that time of the year.«

Mike quickly calculated. A luxury holiday was not too much, and if Bishop refused to pay, he could afford it by himself.

»Three weeks, for you and your wife!«

Archie grinned.

»It`s a husband and I think Gordon and I have earned six weeks – four stars, all inclusive!«

»Deal!«, Mike said and shook Archie`s hand before the man could add any extra wishes. However, he still seemed a bit reluctant.

»Dunbar, there are things I can`t give you, even if you bought me the fucking island! No C4, no heavy weapons, no-«

Mike interrupted him and told him what he wanted. Archie chuckled.

»Who are you? James fucking Bond?«

»The movies are based on my life, didn`t you know?«

Archie waved Mike to follow him to his storage room.

»Well, at least, you won`t hurt anyone but yourself with that!«

***

»I am afraid she will have to throw away her coat!«, Amy thought when she looked at the left. Underneath the coat, Julie was stark naked and still covered with sweat and other juices that now were soaked off by the inner lining. The fragrance was so overwhelming that Amy had opened the side window, though she was sure that some of the scent came from underneath Adele`s skirt.

The ride went on in silence, only interrupted by an occasional whimper from Julie. And, of course, there was the panting. Julie seemed to be trembling with fear, given the way she desperately stared through the front window, as if anyone outside would come to her rescue. Her chest heaved and Amy hoped that she would not wet the seat.

Beside her, Adele also breathed heavily, but from barely oppressed anticipation and impatience. Her hand was still inside Julie`s coat, fondling her breast. She wasn`t hurting her physically; instead, she felt the Black`s heartbeat and soaked in her panic that worked like an aphrodisiac on Adele.

»There we are, bitch!«, Adele finally broke the silence as Amy steered the van onto the yard in front of the mansion. The former agent then quickly checked the security system, telling her that in the meantime nobody had touched the doors or windows and that nobody had entered the front yard. She then pressed the button of an automatic gate that closed the front entrance. This gate consisted of aluminium boards that unfolded when the gate closed; it would not stop anything bigger than a bicycle, but it was also alarm-protected and it cut off the yard from unwanted viewers.

Adele had meanwhile unfastened Julie`s seatbelt and half pushed, half dragged her out of the car. The bound and gagged woman now leaned against the van, trying not to topple over, as her legs were more than wobbly. Amy wanted to cut her leg ties, but Adele shook her head.

»It`s just a few steps! Open the door, she may hop!«

Adele smiled and shook her head, as if Adele had confessed that she had had the last piece of chocolate from the fridge. She opened the main door and when she turned around, she saw that Adele had taken the coat from Julie, rendering her naked except for the high heeled boots.

»Now, hop, bitch! Get to Amy!«

The order was accompanied by a slap on Julie`s buttocks. Adele had been right: the distance between where the van was parked and the door was just four yards. But hopping whilst being bound hand and foot would have been a challenge even under the best circumstances – and these definitely weren`t the best. She was sporting an agonizing crotch strap, she was gagged and she was mad with fear. However, when Adele hit her rear a second time, Julie tried a small hop.

It had brought her some two inches closer to the door. The move made her crotch rope cut in even deeper and her boobs bounced slightly. Julie looked pleadingly at Adele who just shrugged:

»If you can`t hop on your own, I will have to drag you inside – on your crotch rope, of course!«

Julie whimpered, shivering as Adele`s cold eyes told her that this was meant absolutely serious by her. Biting down on the panties in her mouth, she did another hop. It took her some two minutes to pass the four yards. Luckily, the steps were narrow, and so, she at least managed not to slip, though she had to shake for balance several times.

»Too bad we haven`t filmed how her boobies bounced! Okay, bitch, back to the van, you will have to do it again!«

»Hhrrmmm!«

Both her captors burst out laughing and Adele playfully patted Julie´s cheek.

»The expression in your eyes – priceless! No, we were just kidding! Amy, could you please remove her shoes?«

This allowed the totally exhausted Julie to sit down for a few minutes whilst Amy cut her ankle strap and took off the shoes that had become quite inconvenient. She could not help turning her face as Amy held one of the open boots to her nose, forcing her to smell her own feet.

Relief was short, however. With the aid of Amy, Julie had to stand up again. Her now naked ankles were zip-tied again. Then, Amy produced a second, smaller zip tie. When she slung these around Julie`s big toes, the girl could not help twitching and uttering a sigh.

»Oh, yes, of course, I forgot you are ticklish, Julie!«, Amy said ostentatiously loud, telling her victim that this information was meant for Adele. She tightened the zip tie and Julie stood there, knowing that Adele was right behind her.

Amy now went for the big stairs leading up to the second floor. There, she sat down, took off her phone and pointed the camera at Julie.

»Now, hop to Mama, Julie!«

The parquet was even and smooth, and even with her toes tied, being barefoot was better for such an exercise than wearing high heels. Julie passed the eight yards in less than a minute, though Adele insisted to accompany every hop with a slap on her buttocks and though she felt the extra humiliation of Amy filming everything, focussing on her bouncing breasts. Panting, she finally stood in front of the lowest step. Amy raised an eyebrow.

»We are not finished yet! You are guest of honour, which means you are allowed to sleep in Adele`s room!«

»Which is at the second floor!«, Adele gleefully added. Julie groaned as she looked up the stairs that went in a wide curve. It was at least 30 steps!

»So, you don`t want to hop up the stairs?«, Amy asked, surprisingly friendly. Julie knew that this was just the prelude of another perfidy, but the idea of having to get up these stairs hopping was so horrifying that she nodded.

»You would prefer a less straining alternative then?«, Adele added, also sounding treacherously friendly. Helplessly, Julie nodded and the two blondes put their heads together, having a whispered conversation. Then, Adele left whilst Amy brushed over Julie`s cheek with her index finger.

»A less straining alternative, as you wish!«

She suddenly grabbed Julie´s arm and spun her around, so she did not actually fall, but had to sit down rather hard on the second to lowest step. Julie mewed and reared up, staring up at Amy. Adele came back, hiding something behind her back. Giggling like a schoolgirl hatching a prank, she stepped beside Amy and obviously handed her something behind their backs.

»Now, you are sitting perfectly to get up the stairs other than by hopping!«

Julie understood. If she pushed her feet against the floor, she could get her butt one step higher. Like that, she could get up the stairs, one by one. It would be slow, and the crotch rope would saw into her if she moved her body back and forth in the progress, but it was better than hopping. Biting down on her gag and straining her muscles, Julie pushed herself one step higher. Amy nodded approvingly.

»That`s the way, Julie! However, I think you could do a bit faster!«

»That is, if our little bitch doesn`t want some extra motivation! Tada!«

In a synchronous move, both showed what they had hidden behind their backs. It were feather dusters.

»Now, move it – or have your breaks with a laugh!«

Both aimed at one of her feet and brushed over it with the dusters. Julie squealed and raised her legs, almost sliding down from the step she was sitting on. Then, she desperately tried to push herself up the stairs faster. Amy and Adele followed her, the dusters in their hands.

Since she needed her feet to push herself forward, her soles were out of reach, but they had quite easy access to her flanks and so, whenever she was too slow in their eyes, the feathers came to work. On one terrible occasion, Julie`s heels slipped over the edge of the carpeted step and she slid back three steps, only to be tickled as she tried to catch breath. When Julie had reached the top of the stairs, she was completely exhausted and could only crawl the last two yards over the corridor and into a room she was told to get in, squirming over the floor on her belly.

Here, they let her lie on the thick carpet, gasping for air and unable to even raise her head. Julie was completely at the end of her strength. She hadn`t slept for more than a few hours during the last two nights, she had spent quite some time of these wake hours bound and gagged and was haunted by fear and embarrassment. The two recent orgasms, usually a cause for pleasant languor, had taken their toll, too.

»Ooouuhhmmmm!«

A pain shot through her middle and only when Amy also cut the zip tie around her waist, Julie realized that the blonde had removed her agonizing crotch strap. Relief came only after a wave of painful tingles as circulation sat back in.

Her other restraints were removed, too, only the gag stayed in place. All Julie was capable of was turning on her back, too groggy to try to raise, let alone get up or run for the door.

»You want a drink?«

Julie blinked and saw Amy stand upon her, holding a plastic bottle in her hand. She shook it slightly and Julie heard the sloshing of water. Weakly, she nodded and Amy produced a knife.

»Hold still!«

She bent forward and pierced a small hole into the tape sealing Julie`s mouth. Since her lips were forced together, she had to be careful not to scratch her skin, but she managed to produce an opening of perhaps five millimetres. Having put away the knife, she put a grommet onto the bottle and pushed its tip into the hole.

»Nnnnggggg!«

Julie tried to protest, but in a swift move, Amy now knelt on her arms and Adele approached from the other side, fixing Julie`s head between her booted feet. Julie could now look directly under Adele`s skirt and even in her state, she noticed that her nemesis wore garters and that there was a wet spot on her panties.

She got, however, distracted from the view as Amy now squeezed the bottle and watered the dense packing in her mouth. Over the hours, the panties had sucked off all saliva and had left her oral cavity parched and feeling like sandpaper. Now, as the water soaked her gag, Julie tried to avoid swallowing, knowing the liquid was filtered by another woman`s used underwear. But her atavistic will to survive took over as the first drops reached her throat and greedily, she sucked on her gag, drinking until the bottle was empty.

At least, the drink and being freed of her bonds had helped her to regain a little strength. Julie now propped herself on her elbows and examined the room. It looked both normal and strange. On the one hand, it was a large sleeping room, dominated by a huge French bed with pink sheets. However, it contained no other furniture but an object that was nearly as big as the bed and was covered under a white sheet.

Julie let her eyes wander around and saw a walk-in wardrobe and an open door leading to a bathroom. On the wall, opposite to the bed, was a large flat screen tv and beside it what looked like a framed picture, also hidden under a white cloth.

»If you need to pee, it`s now or tomorrow!«

With her soft flesh still throbbing from the tight crotch rope, Julie had forgotten about her physical needs, but now, she thought that she should make the best of the break before Amy and Adele would start the next round of cruelties.

She had to get to the bathroom door on all fours, but managed to get herself to her feet by the help of the doorframe. Then, she staggered to the toilet and sat down. Adele leaned in the open door and watched with interest, but Julie was too worn out to even bother. When she had finished, Adele produced her gun and waved her to come back to the sleeping room.

»Your bed is ready, bitch!«

Julie stumbled inside and saw that Amy had removed the sheet from the big object. It was a wooden podium the size of a normal bed, with a few eyelets screwed into the surface.

»Your bed for this night! But before, we will get you dressed up! I hope you like the colour ivory!«

Whilst Adele sat down on her bed and watched her at gunpoint, Amy now stepped behind Julie. She tied a leather collar around her neck. The material, indeed ivory-coloured, was soft, but since this collar was some four inches wide, it felt inconvenient nevertheless. Amy tied it snug, but not too tight, and after she had buckled it, she brought Julie`s wrists behind her back and cuffed them. Then, she had to raise her arms and the chain of the cuffs was fixed to a ring sewn at her collar. Amy secured the chain with a small padlock that also would prevent Julie from opening the buckle of the collar.

With her arms folded and her hands at the back of her neck, Julie could not prevent Amy from adding the next item. It was an ivory coloured corset, also made of soft leather. When it was around her belly, Julie noticed that it did not cover her breasts, but only uplift them a bit. Also, she sensed two elongated bulges at the sides.

Amy pulled the laces tight and then asked Adele for a second opinion. She got up and walked around Julie, admiring her in the corset.

»Hm, the classical hourglass: ample boobs, a slender waist and well rounded hips. However, I think the sand is still running to fast!«

The metaphor meant that she wanted the middle part to be reduced and Amy tightened the laces, causing Julie to groan. Now, she would be out of breath by the slightest effort and her breasts heaved on every breath she took.

Obviously, her captors considered her ensemble a fitting nightgown, for she then had to lie down on the podium and to position herself so Amy could fix the ring on the back of her neck collar to one of the eyelets with another padlock. Two narrow belts were threaded through her folded arms and fixed to two other eyelets to hold them down. This time, the straps did not cut into her skin, but Julie found that she could not move her arms at all now.

Two more belts fixed her upper body to the board. These were also tight, but not brutally tight, and they were upholstered by the corset. Amy now put a second pair of cuffs around Julie`s ankles and then padlocked the chain to an eyelet some one and a half feet below the Black`s crotch. Now, she had to lie with her legs forming a rhombus, unable to hide her middle, but the position still felt tolerable, compared to what she had had to endure before.

Nervously, she then watched Amy place three things on the board: a small zip tie, another narrow belt and an object that looked like a pink egg. Amy placed Julie`s feet sole to sole and then put the zip tie around her big toes. She left it a bit loose; not loose enough Julie could have shaken it off, but there was some play in it and Julie shivered as the plastic rubbed between her toes.

The blonde now placed the pink egg between her soles and then slung the belt twice around her feet, buckling it tight so the object would stay in place.

»It`s an electronic gimmick Alinda has designed! She really is a genius when it comes to such things!«

It was Adele who now held a remote control in her hand and stood at the foot of Julie`s hard bed. Amy now pushed a wooden wedge the size of a pillow under the Black´s head, so she had to look upon the other woman. Adele turned a button on the remote and Julie twitched. The egg between her feet slightly vibrated, and so did the sides of her corset.

»So, that`s what the bulges are for!«, she thought with horror. Adele turned the button and the buzzing increased, buzzing against Julie`s most ticklish zones. She squealed and twitched and her bent knees flapped up and down as she tried in vain to shake off the attack. Adele switched the objects off and Julie could catch breath.

»As said, Alinda`s very imaginative! Speaking of her – will you see after her and our other guests now, Amy?«

»Certainly! How long until we leave?«

Adele checked her watch.

»Now, it`s 10 pm, let´s say, in five hours? The preparations will take some time, but I think we now have all three hours for ourselves!«

Amy nodded and left the room. Julie gulped as the door closed. For the first time since her life had turned into a living nightmare, she was alone with Adele. The blonde playfully waved towards her naked, bound and gagged prisoner and disappeared in the bathroom. Julie could hear her hum a melody, accompanied by some rustling and an occasional clink, indicating that Adele took off her clothes and jewellery.

When she returned, she wore an open, transparent babydoll and still sported her white lacy garter belt that was adorned with pesky little ribbons and held up her white silk stockings. Her panties were white French knickers with lace trimming and broderie Anglaise design. She dimmed the light and walked towards the wall where the hidden picture was hanging. She removed the cloth and Julie stared on an enlarged photograph. It showed two persons – a younger Adele in a dark blue dress and beside her, a man with greying hair. Even if Julie had not known the man, she would have known that he was her father, Professor Andrew Delacroix.

»This was taken on my graduation day! Unfortunately, my mother had no longer been with us on that day – one of the miseries in my life I can`t blame you for!«

She laughed humourlessly and Julie uttered a faint sound. She knew that Adele had all reasons to hate her, but what she had done to her – still was doing to her! – was far more than a grudge.

Adele approached the bed and let the babydoll slide from her body. Julie could not help staring at her and she noticed something in her appearance: Adele was 32 or 33 now, and though there were no wrinkles or dents on her shapely, slender body, no grey hairs or other signs of age, she somehow seemed older. As if she was a woman in her 40ies that just looked younger.

She now stood close to Julie`s head and she could see that the wet spot in her panties was quite big. And even though she herself didn`t smell like roses right now, Julie could sense the strong specific fragrance.

»Right now, Daddy doesn`t look that good. The retirement didn`t do him well, you know, besides the talking. Two years ago, he suffered from a stroke. My cousin`s looking after him, but he refuses to hire a nurse – he`s still too afraid of rumours about him living under the same roof as a young woman!«

Julie cringed and moaned at Adele`s words. Had she not been gagged, she would have apologized, pleaded – but a look at Adele`s eyes told her that it would have been easier to melt a granite block.

Adele now slowly took off her panties. Adele could see her thatch of dark blonde hair, glistering from moisture, right in front of her face. Now, the fragrance was overwhelming.

»No touching, just looking!«, Adele joked as she noticed where Julie was looking at. She took the panties and pulled them over her victim`s head, taking care that her glasses remained in place and that the moist crotch part clung to her nose.

Swaying her hips, she then walked towards her bed, obviously not minding that her father could see her in her lascivious nudity, so to say. She lay down on the sheets with a sigh and since the bed was slightly higher than the podium, Julie could only see her right hand. It held a remote.

»Nnnggg! Mmhmmph!«

However, it was the controller of the tv. On the screen, she herself appeared – tied to her couch, her ample boobs thrust out, her legs obscenely spread, and riding the vibrator taped between them. A white arrow in the middle showed it was a video waiting to be started.

»Look there, on the right!«

Julie could see a thumbs up icon beside a number. It was 37.

»It can`t be more than five minutes that Amy put the video online – and it already got some likes! You are going viral, bitch!«

»Uuuhhmmmmmm! Mmhhmmmmmmm!«

»Aww, don`t be like that! Here`s something to cheer you up!«

A moment later, the vibrating pads inside her corset and the egg between her soles sprung to life. Helplessly, Julie screamed into her gag, spasming in her tight bonds. Her head flew from side to side, she reared up against the unyielding straps and again, her legs flapped as she tried to somehow shake off the tickling attack. Julie`s squeals turned into high-pitched wheezing and Adele turned off the toys. Then, she started the video.

»I put it on endless repeat. But since you already know its – climax«, she chuckled at her pun, »I will take care that you don`t get bored by your own performance. I think one minute of tickling every 100 likes will keep you entertained!«

***

Amy usually acted after the principle »duty before enjoyment«, though in that case, both got mixed up a bit. So, once she had left Adele`s sleeping room, she had uploaded the video. Alinda would have rolled her eyes that she had not allowed her to cut and edit it before, but Adele had decided that she should do so immediately.

»Well, some people like the amateurish style! They say it makes the videos look more realistic!«

She chuckled as she then entered the living room and switched on the light. Mathilda was still crouching in her uncomfortable position in front of the chimney that, as promised, she had turned off after a while. Her limbs must have had left the aching and entered the numbing part, Amy guessed. She was only kept upright by the straps that held her to the chimney grid and forced her to arch her knees and elbows backwards. The knotted rope between her legs prevented her from falling backwards and Amy smiled as she looked closer. The strap had sunk deep between Mathilda`s labia, and she could see that even after all those hours, the leather was slightly darker there than where it wasn`t in contact with her body.

The girl`s upper body was arched backwards and her head hung down, so her hair touched the floor. Mathilda stared at some point at the mantlepiece – or rather would have stared, for the girl had fainted some time ago. Amy gently lifted her head and kissed Mathilda`s forehead.

»Soon, this will be over – and you will be going on a long, interesting journey!«

The girl didn`t react and Amy let her head go. It slumped down again and the feeling of falling caused Mathilda to wake up from her delirium. She uttered a long, faint groan and weakly squirmed in her tight bonds.

»I didn`t want you to oversleep your being in that mansion, Dear – for where you are going, things will be far less comfortable!«

Giggling, she switched off the light again and left the helplessly mewing Mathilda alone.

Now, her steps led her down to the sauna where she politely knocked on the door before she entered. Alinda had changed for a red light and was lying on her belly on the top board, still only sporting her panties. The heat was on and Amy felt sweat built all over her body immediately.

Lalita still sat on the lowest board, like when Adele had left her and Alinda alone. She was still gagged, her knees were still forced apart and her braided hair still fixed to the board at her neck. But though Alinda was taking a break now, the last hours had been everything but tedious.

There had been no birch brushwood, but Alinda had found other forms of entertainment. After a while, when Lalita had been covered with sweat and glistered in the reddish light, Alinda, who had been heated up, too, had dipped inside a wooden tub filled with icy water.

»Wow, that`s really revitalizing!«

She had stepped close to Lalita and shaken her head like in a mosh pit, dripping ice cold drops upon her. Lalita had twitched slightly and with a smile, Alinda had promised her a »proper cooldown«.

Lalita had mewed, shaken her head and flailed helplessly with her lower legs, but mercilessly, Alinda had poured a bucket of icy water over her head. She had laughed heartily as the girl had gasped and twitched, her chest heaving from the sudden cold.

Of course, the ice had had a side effect and so, her ample boobs had gotten Alinda`s full attention until, after the ice cubes on the floor and the bench had melted and evaporated, she had stopped the massage.

»My hands need a break, Lolly – and I am sure that now, they stand without help!«

She had placed a kiss on each of Lalita`s indeed hard nipples and only the red light had hidden that Lalita had been blushing all over.

Obviously, Alinda`s hand did recover quickly, for after another cooldown break, she had creamed both her and Lalita´s body with honey.

»If the sweat pours away the honey, your skin will be as smooth as the finest silk you have ever touched!«

The honey jar had contained some pound of honey, but it was empty when she was finished. She had spared the parts of her own body that were covered by her panties, but hadn`t shown such issues on Lalita. Again, she had screamed into the two pairs of panties she was forced to chew on, she had pleaded with her eyes and desperately tried to get her thighs a bit closer. All to no avail. Alinda had worked the gooey golden liquid all over her breasts, her pubic mound and between her legs. Finally, she had even pushed her hands under her to cream her buttocks and even her cleft.

When they had sweated off the honey, another quick bath for Alinda and another icy shower for Lalita had followed. Then, she had towelled her and caressed her body, especially the parts she had put the most efforts in creaming.

»Lovely smooth – but do you know what`s even better? The Roman method!«

Obviously, she had misunderstood Lalita`s anxious mewing as curious interest, for she had jumped up and returned wit a bottle of oil and a little plastic bucket that had contained – sand.

»They say the Roman Ladies used gladiator`s sweat and sand from the arena, but I think olive oil and ordinary sand will do!«

 This time, she had not included herself and used the oil entirely on Lalita, doing nothing fast. Lalita had given up struggling and so, only her panting and occasional smacking sounds had filled the room as the oil was smeared all over her and Alinda thoroughly massaged it into her armpits, her boobs, her lap and her butt after a shiny coat of oil already had covered her entire body.

She had then added the sand, putting it into her palm and blowing it all over her, so Lalita had felt like a breaded cutlet. Then, she had produced something that had looked like a small sickle, but was made of brass.

»That`s what the Romans call a Strigilis!«, she had explained and used the thing to scratch the mixture of sand and oil from her body, giving Lalita a whole-body-peeling that she would have enjoyed under other circumstances.

After that last procedure, Alinda had taken a nap that had now been interrupted by Amy. Like a schoolgirl proud of her exam marks, she had told about what she had done to Lalita, and for some minutes, they now both sat to her sides and caressed her, feeling all over her body. The girl`s mewing was the background music to them enjoying the new level of smoothness of Lalita`s skin.

»Compared to that, silk feels like sandpaper!«, Alinda purred. Amy, now also covered with sweat, got up and said:

»Actually, I just came to tell you that we are preparing to leave in a little less than three hours! So, enjoy your little time left together! I will also have some fun until then!«

Whilst Alinda bent over Lalita again, Amy pranced through the corridor, approaching the iron door behind Isabelle was waiting for her.

»Don`t think I have forgotten you, my little ginger!«, she thought by herself with a malicious smile.

***