I decided she would have to be washed. Voices crowded in on me as soon as I had made the decision. I hurried aboutsetting the tin bath before the fire...and heating water and they said, Don'twash her , that was the one thing the voices repeated, like somereligious chant, over and over again. But was it rape, to clean someone's wounds?Was it assault, to comfort someone who had sought sanctuary with you? I loved her body. She had been whipped, and burnt here and there, and punchedand kicked so. Even though I'd splurged for a first-class ticket, my efforts were invain as I could never truly get comfortable on a plane. I was just toofearful of flying. I cinched my seat belt around my waist and tightenedthe strap as far as it would go.After I was seated, Nami turned her attention to the forward door andcontinued greeting passengers as they came aboard. I watched her for amoment. She looked so prim and proper in her flight attendant's uniform,perfectly relaxed and composed. I secretly. But after a good ten minutes of this we'd reversed direction, and since I no longer needed the cover of darkness I used my headlights to stay carefully on the hardpan. When we got back to the gate I saw that I'd pretty much destroyed it, only shards were hanging from the uprights. I just shrugged, drove on through and we headed back into the city.Either Brown and Smith had failed to put out alerts for us or we were just lucky, because we got all the way back to the hotel without being stopped;. “Would you like me to lick and kiss your ass while she licks your clit?”“Yes, you know I would, your turn on is my turn on,” she moaned as she had her first orgasm. “Don’t stop and keep talking, I love it.”Before Maxine arrived we discussed, as exhibitionists do, what we should wear for her to heighten the moment for all three of us.“No need to be subtle or modest Sarah, why not flaunt your magnificent ass and new look bushy cunt for her, and me, you know I love you in a short black blouse,.