I read the note. I SAW YOUR ACTS OF KINDNESS. YOU WILL BE REWARDED FOR THAT. YOU ARE A GOOD FRIEND TO HER. I look around the parking lot and slip in t... my car. I sit there for a few minutes and touch the cuffs. I slip up one of my pant legs up and place the cuff on my ankle. I look up and see on the dash just in font of the speedometer there are two little padlocks. My hands start to shake. I reach up and take one of the locks and listen to its evil click. Never giving the thought that it is. I turned around and it was like everyone was looking out toward the lake which made be a little embarrassed to walk back to the shore,but I did and went back to my towel,this time drying myself off,rubbing the towel up and down my legs and onto my panty. I laid the towel down,sat on it and looked out at the group,as they started to come out of the lake,I again had focused my eyes on that guy in the white suit,as he was getting toward the beach,OMG. his suit was somewhat transparent and I could. He took her hand firmly and pulled her into a side room. It was dark, only illuminated by the scant light coming from the hallway and through the window from the streetlight outside. He pushed her to the wall, clamping his mouth to hers."Mmmf!" She was completely surprised by his sudden passionate attack. She was also still feeling a bit slow, like her head was stuffed with cotton.Gabe's hands moved down to her skirt, pulling it up. His expert tongue kept her from being able to make more than. They were certainly great actors! Afterwards I had a quiet word with the guy and suggested he wear some tight fitting briefs under his boxers on performance nights – in the interests of decency. Again he apologised but I told him it was okay. In the pub after the rehearsal a couple of the guys asked me if I had any problem with the way Sylvie and the young guy were performing. I told them “No”, I just thought that they were great actors. Sylvie told me later that most the women wanted to swap.