" She used a small innocent voice. His hands squeezed her to him. "There was a very pretty girl who...", he slipped his hand between her thighs, "I pl...yed with..." She remembered Jenny's taste, the scent of her skin, the sheen of the oil on her bronzed buttocks, the desperate look in her eyes as they kissed. "... Down there." She spread her legs and pointed at herself. His hand reached her and immediately he slipped a finger into her. He found she was already wet, the picture Lisa had in her. Since I knew that the ladies loved a challenge, and in particular challenges that involved rewards, I added a series of simple challenge events to each Wednesday evening training ride. For the first week, we worked on riding skills. This involved finding a flat grassy field and working on such skills as balance and turning. I was trying to get them to understand a little known, and less understood skill called ‘counter steering’. In counter steering, the goal is to be able to fly downhill. Zoe stood there, still ringing the doorbell. Rach lookeddowncast.Faye could never stand to see her down like this. Reflexively, shereached out and hugged her close, kissing her without thinking. Tim wasone thing, but he'd always occupy a different part of her heart. Maybenot the aorta like Rach, but definitely a ventricle. They'd beenseparated before, but never by so wide a gulf.No matter how bad things were, or how long they were apart, just lookingat Rach made her smile, to say nothing of. Two more men in hoods entered the room, pushing a rather large wooden device which they placed in the middle of the room under the spotlight, and positioned just so for the cameras. They lifted Laurel off of the floor, untied her hands and began strapping her into the device. She was bent over a wooden block and her head and hands placed in a pillory. Her legs were spread wide and strapped by the thighs and ankles to posts on either side of her. Laurels large tits hung straight down. Her head.