Can you guess how old I'll be?" No," Julie said, wisely."Ninety," Ruth replied, proudly. "I'll be ninety." Goodness!" said Elaine. "You certainly don'... look it." So I'm going to have a party, for my birthday..." Ruth stopped,seemingly having lost the thread of what she was going to say. There wasanother knock on the door."Ah," I said, getting up. "Here come the reinforcements." I opened thedoor, and this time was not surprised to see not only Jerry, but alsoCelia. They both looked at me with. The Captive was secured to a wooden St Andrew’s cross attached to the far wall, standing on the balls of his feet and facing frontwards in an x shaped position as leather wrist and ankle restraints dug into his meat, moaning softly and rendered mute by a ball gag the Servant had tightened into place. He was an unremarkable and hairy middle aged man running to fat with thinning blonde hair parted at the side. Mistress Wanda stood before him, bullwhip in one hand, candelabra in the other, her. Everyone was pumped up to learn new skills today. I was happy the older guys stepped up and helped the younger and the new teammates. By the end, I could tell they were tired after I ran them. I think some of them wanted to sneak off when they saw Cassidy show up. I’d talked to her earlier and had her up her game today. Boy, was that a mistake. She about killed us.I met with Coach Hope in his office to give him my impressions from today. I wasn’t totally on board with Jeff and his film crew. ... gliding in the air breathing fresh old air and floating through the wet warm waters of vices drinking from the lips and from the lollipops seeing how they opened up and how they closed down slowly smoothly and softly scrubbing the skin caressing the skin sucking licking touching and fucking the skin rubbing one skin next to the other melting and moistening sweaty and salty this and that here and there up and down in and out now and then slow and fast soft and hard politely and harshly.