She applied some pressure locking me there and with her right foot, I felt it begging to slide down my throat. I was a little bit nervous about being ...agged as I’d never done it before so I struggled. I still couldn’t escape as she began an evil laugh. As her wide foot went deeper in, all I had was my nose to breath from. “You’re not going anywhere until we find your gag reflex” she responded as I was still trying to find a way out. Before I knew it, I let out my gag and we were back to being. She looked at me, partly in reproach, but partly in anticipation of what I might do next. What I did was to help her up from the lounger and walk her across the lawn to a wooden archway. I positioned her under the arch and placed her hands above her head, meeting no resistance from her, eager to please. I removed her shoes and socks and placed her feet apart touching each of the uprights. I quickly took my own shoes and socks off, and picked up my camera. As she stood perfectly posed,. Blessed invention those strap-ons. Who needed the hassle of dealing with the drama of the guys? She despised them to begin with..She resented the fact that Cheryl had refused to elevate their relationship to anything of significance; beyond the occasional sex encounter on a cheap motel of the little place she lived on; which left her extremely frustrated and emotionally exhausted.She had fallen rather easily in Nanci's constant games; she was so much fun to be around... Jen began fantasizing. Next up was Rosie, who limped from her place and was in obvious pain mounting the steps.Rosie beamed at me. Both girls got a well deserved round of applause and were helped back to their seats.The Head then motioned to the wings and a curtain was drawn back. Gasps from the audience of girls.The caning bench had already been set up and adjusted to the correct height. A sturdy wooden bench, waist high.Topped with padded leather which had seen the sweat of many girl's tummies. Bolted firmly to the.