‘Are you or have you been a criminal?’ ‘Whatever made you ask that question?’ Peter looked puzzled. ‘Well, some Asian countries flog crimin...ls – and – your back…’ Jennifer couldn’t continue. Peter stood and walked to her, then knelt, placing his head in her lap. ‘Feel the lash marks. Feel my torment. Feel my vengeance.’ Jennifer was shocked at the vehemence in his voice and his sorrow. Gently she traced her fingers across his shoulders, wondering at the scars that started at his hips or. He heard the unmistakable jingle of spurs and the muffled tread of a horse's hooves descending the rise on the foothills side of the trail and he sensed the approach of a cautious back-shooter rather than actually seeing him. His horse snorted and he heard a reply from the unknown mount. He judged the varmint to be within pistol range and swiftly turned over drawing his six-shooter from the holster in a flowing motion and aiming at the ugly bearded hulk on the back of a magnificent appaloosa. I got looking through our old messages and I found some really graphic ones we send eachother back when we were fucking.I was instantly turned on. Reading her filthy messages gave me a huge hardon and I knew I'd need to see to it immediately. So I headed down to the changing room, knowing no one else was still in the building (I did give a few shout outs to make sure!).Each side of the room had a row of lockers with a bench in front of it. They faced each other. I sat down on one and slid my. Her school skirt andblouse made her look like a schoolgirl but the summer dress, hair etc madeher look even better and perfect for her age. The only changes that Zoehad insisted on were clean bra and knickers, in pale pink soft cotton. Thelook was definitely a winner and Katie was paraded downstairs and had totwirl as usual for Caroline. As Katie had seemed to love her new lookthere was no point in them trying to tease her so a truce was called andthe rest of the afternoon was spent as three.