"The next morning Chris called his mother. She was not pleased, to say the least. She ordered Christopher to continue his education and get him a nice...girl to take care of him. Chris had made that phone call from Frieda's kitchen table. With Ben, Frieda and of course Jelmer listening in on the one-sided conversation. "Mom. I love you. But I have to do this. I am gay and I am in love with Jelmer! I will talk to you some more tonight. I have to get back to work. The bunkers are coming along. I removed a couple of branches and what I was seeing now, got me very excited.In the bushes, the girl I was following earlier was on her back, her legs spread wide and her body naked, just partly surrounded by the long coat. I could see her hand was between her legs, she didn’t make a sound but her legs were twisting so all the leaves were making this puzzling sound. I stared at her, trying to hide so she would not see me. I was afraid she would stop the show if she did see me. I could see she. As she caressed herself more earnestly, her hips began the rhythmic movements of sex. For the first time in ages, Melissa touched her own vagina. When she did, an electrifying wave of delight ripped through her. Her vagina was soaked with the juices Tom blasted into her earlier and they made what she wasdoing to herself more pleasurable. Melissa parted her silky lower lips with her fingers, then she slid one slim finger easily into her aching opening. Having it there, felt so wonderful it. I saw more than fear in her eyes. I saw panic, sheer, cerval panic; I could swear she would have stopped it at that first cruel cut of the whip. If she could..."Say your safeword!" I ordered."There isn't any," Jane whispered at my ear, "she cancelled it." One," Lynette said.She only grit her teeth with the next few strokes, although the splat of the tails cutting into the skin of her upper back told me that Brett was not sparing her. She closed her eyes every time the leather bit into her.