..don’t tell anyone,” he pleaded. It was then that he stopped and stared at me, and I became aware of my own situation. At some point, whilst watc...ing the events unfold before me, I had unknowingly allowed my right hand to return to my pussy, and was once again fingering myself, but this time in front of him. Seeing his gaze fall upon my private parts suddenly made me realise what I was doing, as he watched my finger slide between the wet folds of my labia, and deeper into my vulva. I gave him. I found out from talking to June that she fit the Beach Boys' image in at least one other way: she loved driving cars fast! June was professional enough that she didn't do any unnecessary speeding when she chauffeured Debbie around, but one of her pastimes was to race cars and motorbikes on race tracks.Mely, Debbie's jet pilot, didn't strike me as cute at first. She was short, like Aimee, only five feet tall, give or take an inch. She had brown eyes, and larger breasts than Aimee (at least,. I tried to close my legs to allow some kind of friction but every time I did, his finger would press insinuatingly against my asshole. When he was through with the spanking, he set the chair from the dressing table in front of the wardrobe mirror.“Sit down.”I obliged, though it hurt intensely.“You’re gonna edge yourself ten times,” he said. “No coming.”He left the room. I couldn’t look at my reflection in the mirror. I heard him making phone calls. Business calls. God, how I hated him! Why. Uluru was big. And impressive. "Oh, my!" was Weena's only thought. "Holy shit!" contributed Charlie. "The rock's really grey, but it's covered by a layer of fine iron oxide dust. That's why it looks red."There was a sign pointing to a path to a "viewing area," so we went that way. Sure enough, as we got closer, you could see the drawings and the scratches. They looked just like the things in museums did, and better than the photos in books."Do you know what they are?" Weena asked."No. I know.