I then looked at more of the Open Collections, where a guard asked "Haven't you been here before?" I admitted that I had, but that I'd most likely be ...ack tomorrow. There was a lot to look at.Though it was a bit chilly, I walked back to the Hyatt. Rachel wasn't there, so I read my new book and looked at the reproductions of the drawings. Some of them were quite interesting, but Hinkson's commentary was even moreso. I made a note to look for her other works.Rachel returned only a few minutes. The boys held me tighter and rubbed their hard cocks against my bum cheeks as I thrust around pretending to get free from their clutches. I could see their greedy eyes taking in every bit of my body as it squirmed and jiggled around for their viewing pleasure.Suddenly the atmosphere was broken by the ringing of a mobile phone, the older brother Henry swam over to the side and climbed out of the pool to answer his phone. The younger brother moved behind me and held both my arms behind my back. All punishments were dealt with on a saturday evening at 7pm directly after finishing dinner and cleaning up the dishes,durring the week,from sunday till friday when we misbehaved our deeds would be recorded on the board,by either our mother or father so that we would know that we were in for it.each week no matter how much my sisters and i tried to behave,we would always get something wrong and be punished for it.upon cleaning after dinner on saturday night,my sisters and myself would. All that they know of desire is what little tidbits their lust inflamed loins will allow their mind. A stiff dick… maybe a pair of hard nipples… a wet twat. This is desire? They know nothing. They have not wanted the precious moments spent walking through a park with a smile on their faces. All they want, not desire, is a fuck. Good… bad… it does not matter to them. All they want is a fuck. They know nothing. What about that one moment when you look into their eyes and know that the Universe.