He hugged me hard, in a male bonding kind of way, and told me to come in. He said they’d only just got back themselves. He took my jacket and placed...it on a hanger by the door. Mandy was sat on an armless but plush chair, sipping something with ice from a tall glass. I can still see her as clear as anything: her legs crossed, knee over knee, which hitched up the hem of her dress showing lots of outer-thigh. Pivoted at the knee, one leg was swinging lightly up and down with her toes pointed. Everyone could be found in section one of the bus, well clothed. The bus continued forward until it reached another giant stone wall within the first they had passed. This was obviously the divider between the boys' side of the camp and the girls' side. The bus pulled up to a halt in front of a door embedded in the stone wall."Okay girls, take all your bags, we have to get off here," Ms. Clark said, "Please don't leave anything as the bus will be staying on this side of the camp and you'll have. The whip stung her hard, her body wracked in it's bonds, making the little heart shaped gold nipple weights begin to happily swing to and fro again, wrenching and stretching her fat nipples and teats into tortured pain."Whap!"Then... Whap-Whap-Whap-Whap, on and on in surprise rapidity, the thin thongs of Thrornton's black whip bit into her ass.Madison looked down at the juncture of the whirring shafts and was delighted to see that the lubricant flow rate was sufficient. It was, for an. She grins at him. “That’s it the pants have to come off.”Sam slides off the seat when Spencer removes his hand. She stands, sliding her pants and panties off. By the time she is finished, Spencer has his half way down his legs, his cock sticking straight up in the air. Then reaching down, Sam takes hold of it and crawls onto his lap. She feels the tip pressing against her entrance as she moves her hands up to his chest to balance herself in the seat. Spencer grabs her waist and she slowly sinks.