I smiled, "sorry to wake you."The woman smiled, "better you than a bomb."The man gestured, "can we fix you something to eat?"I shook my head, "I need ...o call in."That was easier said than done. I had to write the message and one of the lads took a horse to ride to the nearest call box. While I waited they cooked breakfast as the sun began to rise. I was drinking tea and looking out a window when one of the daughters whispered something.I glanced back when her father laughed and he grinned at. I pushed her forward and applied more gel to her back. Her skin was flawless, smooth but currently covered in goosebumps. Reaching down I tried to loosen her soaking kilt but struggled to do so until she came to my aid, loosening it and throwing it towards the bank. I backed up again until we were barely in the water before rubbing gel over her little patch of pubic hair, working up a lather there too and washing her slit, all the way down to her rosebud. Kirsty began bucking in my lap from. Your pussy is literally dripping wet with anticipation. "Very good my Pet, I think we can begin.”With that I give your ass a firm smack. You coo at the sensation. I smack the other side with the same force, again you purr out you're cooing little moan. I maintain that force as I begin to smack first one ass cheek then the other in a steady rhythm. You match my rhythm by pushing into each smack with as much movement as your restraints allow. The constant movement against the nipple clamps making. ‘I’m going to town to get my brother to come bail me out.’ ‘I don’t remember seeing a break down on the road. How far have you walked?’ ‘Oh, I was off the highway, a little more than three miles back and another couple of miles down inside the brush.’ ‘Goodness, that’s five miles.’ ‘Yeah, and my feet know it, too. Boots are not good running shoes.’ Gail, herself prepared for some time alone and accustomed to fending for herself, told Howard, ‘Reach over in that cooler behind you. Get a bottle.