"That is why they made it a story and folklore. It is easy to hide the truth by telling the truth," I smiled. There were more questions to be answered...before we got ready to leave. None of them revealed anything more than a kidnapping that went horribly wrong. They found Clyde's body a few feet away from the sight they had found the clothing. No doubt Lady Claire had arranged for everything. With the two suspects dead, the police had no other leads to follow. We were free to go. My aunt arrived. Slowly, ever so slowly I tugged the zip downwards, hoping to God it wouldn’t snag on the red material of my dress and ruin any attempt I might have of being ‘sexy’. Thankfully the zip slipped smoothly along its runner, chirping almost soundlessly as it came to a halt just above my bottom. “Sh-shall I slip it off?” I whispered, not entirely sure what tone was appropriate in this situation. I smiled shyly; I’d never stripped for anyone before and I was certain at this stage that I was doing an. The men in the bar do exactly as they knew they would. Watching these two foreign women drink right from the bottle while little dribbles of the amber liquid fall from the corners of their mouths. They grin at each other, and move closer, their thighs intertwined looking at the other, grinning like Cheshire cats. Abs' hand grazes over Elle’s naked knee, resting there. Elle smiles devilishly at Abs and rests her hand on her thigh, stroking her inner thigh with her thumb. Taking another swig from. Just FYI I absolutely loved the pussy beating. Eventually my ass became a viable target again. I remember at one point I was sitting on some dudes cock and the guy fucking my pussy was just slapping the shit out of me, tits, face, tits, face then when he came he punched me hard enough to double me over so he could shoot some cum on my face too. Eventually they all drained their cocks, for the last hour or so of the evening I just laid on that table, covered in beer, vodka, whiskey, cum, spit.