"Nothing sexual" I told him. I didn't want the fun to start just yet.He started off by feeling around the high heels she was wearing, then moved up to...her calves and slowly up the back of her thighs.His hands moved up to her nice tight round ass and as he caressed it over her dress I could see his cock twitch to life.He moved his hands back down to her knees and softly started to run them up her thighs.As they reached the bottom of her skirt I could hear her breath get deeper and heavier so I. A guard then turned on a high pressure hose and proceeded to hose me down with cold water as if he was cleaning out a pig sty: The water pressure was, in itself, painful enough, but even more so when it came in contact with the bruises on my tits and arse. Then the inevitable happened, the jet of water was directed into my over fucked and sore cunt, I wriggled about but to no avail, the freezing water burst within me, hit my womb and rushed back out again, the same was then done to my arse. Her already-stimulated body tingled where l touched her. She felt her nipples hardening my Vicky! She said shocked what’s happening to me? You are my brother and I am getting excited at your touch! She leaned back, pulling out of my embrace. One of the straps on her nightgown slid off her shoulder, allowing the front of the gown to open, almost exposing one big juicy white breast only the dark nipple kept inside the gown.She saw the way l was looking at her and felt her being flooded with. We never stopped to meet any of them, but Janey steered us by a couple of them several times so she could get a real good look at them; or, perhaps it was vice versa. I noticed she didn't seem to have a particular 'taste' in body type, hair coloring or other physical feature. That is, unless visibly bulging crotches in a tight Speedo can be considered a 'taste.' It wasn't necessarily one of mine, anyway.There was no rigid schedule to keep as there had been last week, and the afternoon was.