I certainly don’t want to screw up my marriage. As we approach the outskirts of town the skies are growing more threatening by the minute. A light ...now begins to fall as we enter the supermarket. Stacy, always the planner, has a long list for us to confiscate. We stick together, each grabbing our own cart. Her friskiness doesn’t stop in the car. “Can you give me a hand with this?” she asks as she leans forward, reaching for the cereal up on the highest shelf. She’s on her tip toes and her. Work commenced once more and the set, a dormitory was completed fairly rapidly. A tall cage was uncovered near the set, empty and thick of bar it stood menacingly now a reminder, as if a reminder was needed… The grey haired “headmaster’ reappeared and stood before the two women, who knew the time had come, the sword of Damocles, the scales of justice, that live or die decision. The women held hands for that instant both as one, there fate in the hands of this grey-haired man in his headmasters. Your last night will be spent viewing the gallows your life will end on. You will now admit your masturbation to all!' The red haired warden threw the door open. His cock boned as he was led leashed and naked to a huge roar and applause from the hordes of women below, the open walled cell providing both a panorama to him and perfect viewing for all those below. The warm breeze kissed his flanks as he was strapped face down on a clear perspex bench facing the huge audience; they would witness. I didn't know she was so sexually aware, she seems to be just a tomboy." She's seen me do a few things with Carol, even saw me with my face between Carol's legs when I was eating her out in the kitchen, so I guess she's had a crash course recently. But let me add another thought that didn't occur to me until you mentioned Donna tasting Carol's juices in her dinner tonight. When Donna climbed up on the bed to lick my cheek, she had no idea whose juice she was getting. Isn't that kinky?" -- I had.