They set up a schedule for me to call inregularly at specific times each day, so they would know I was okay. Weeven established an innocuous code phra...e I could use when I called in tolet them know I was not alone and under duress; send help! The wily investigator taught me some basic survival skills; randomrouting, doubling back, staying away from usual haunts and normalroutines (no more BBG; in light of what I did the last time I was there,that was probably for the best) and keeping my eye on. Finally our poisonous villain stops the vibro and to finish her victim she uses her huge dildo, 12 inches all poisoned and fucks Barbara mercilessly who loses control on her body she feels orgasms on orgasms. Finally it's too much for the heroine her human condition can't take it anymore, she's about to die. Fastly Poison Ivy takes the vial of kryptonite and pour it in the heroine mouth, slowly life goes back in Barbara's body and the change works so well on her, her skin becomes so pale with. We had decided that we would make full use of the spa facilities while we were there.Booking into the spa we were informed that there was a steam room, sauna and a Jacuzzi. As we got changed, I hatched a plan to get busy with my girl while lounging in the bubble pool.After a quick steam, we started to relax in the hot tub and allowed the Jacuzzi to do its work in making us completely relaxed. Noticing that we were completely alone, after a couple of minutes, I moved my hand over her bikini. Holy shit! It went on for four fucking pages!Scanning for other classics, I spotted Dickens' Great Expectations; but knowing how dark it was already with a sadistic school master and young boys, I didn't feel inclined to investigate what unpolished depredations The Winsome Widow may have dug from times that are perhaps best forgotten.I settled into one of the armchairs with what looked to be a very new collection of short stories about an erotically mischievous Australian girl in a private.