Before she was transferred. Some thing for her to carry away with her. A souvenir of her experiences at the Dacha...She has been brought to the punish...ent room and strapped over the spanking horse. Neena seductively runs her hand over the victim's buttocks."Gaspazha Neena?"Now that is progress. Not 'You. Bitch', not even 'You Goddam Bitch, don't you know who I am?' or even 'Get you Commie Hands off of me, you Fucking Bitch' but instead the perfectly polite and appropriate response. Scrubbing. I saw that my wife’s friend was lying on the bed with her legs open and fingering herself. She seemed lost in the pleasure her finger was giving her. My wife looked at me and whispered, jump in. I moved slowly towards her friend.Her eyes were closed and she was moaning gently. I reached between her legs and smelled her pussy. A warm, mushy smell was emanating from her pussy. I removed her finger and kissed her pussy lips. She opened her eyes, looked and me and smiled. She said you are back. I. "I expect I shall get complaints from other staff members at lunch time about the state of our charges," she went on. "Never mind, let's have a look at what you've done."Ned had done some drawing in the later part of the summer holidays, when he had realised the direction he wished to take, and he had also persuaded both Bea and Di to pose for him, although with rather patchy results. They looked through the photographs first."Photography isn't my main subject area, Ned, but these are very. I, of course, was not unaware of all the breasts and pussies surrounding me, but I was marginally more able to cope without a constant full erection.We left the spa and took a taxi to the train station to continue our journey. We hurried through the Black Forest arriving at last on a bus winding through the mountains to Grindelwald. Towns twinkled below us in the valleys as lights came on in the hastening dusk until finally we were put down in front of our hotel. We could see only the dark.