And then they used it as a whip. I remember the fun they had when I screamed. I just could not help it and neither I was I able to control my bowels. ...hich gave them one more reason to use the hose.That went on for some time. They used the whip and cane to break the skin in my back once it had healed. Meanwhile they used the wire and they just wanted me to lose the control of my bowels so that they could wash me with the hose. I still do not know how I did not lose my mind. All this came to end. You didn't think I was going to leave without giving you a proper goodbye, now did you? Why, that just wouldn't be polite! And you know us southern belles, Doc, we are nothing if not polite!" she said. Standing at the foot of his bed she smirked wickedly. Then she grabbed the sheets and blankets covering him and began slowly pulling them down toward her. Peter grabbed them to hold them up, but she wagged her index finger at him"Uh-uh-uh Doc, no hands!" she scolded him still grinning evilly. She. But eventually, she set me a challenge. Seduce me, she typed.So I wrote her a story. And this is what happened.I booked into Prestonfield House, a very beautiful, and wildly expensive hotel in Edinburgh, and made sure that not only had they put a bottle of chilled champagne on ice in the room, but I'd paid them to get their florist, Maxwell Flowers, to make a beautiful arrangement of flowers in the room too. The blooms were perfect, just emerging, and their scent filled the suite with their. He slid his fingers inside her and massaged her clit as she performed her grinding dance until they both lost their minds in the blindness of sexual release pulling them into pulsing orgasmic pinwheels of multi colored lights. They didn't realize the second set of fireworks were going off since they were so involved in their own set of fireworks!Pedro pulled her up and placed his hands so they were cupping her bottom on either side and began to rim the edges of her labia and clitty with his.