"Which means if you two use the Rambler we could have ashot at the oldest combined?" Yeah. Count us in," Victor said. "Where's Lucy?" Somewhere up on ...he moor looking for a good view for a commission she'sgot from the parish council." Ronnie said adding. "Does it roll?" Yeah."Lucy appeared perhaps twenty minutes later calling, "You're early." We left early doors to miss the traffic Luce." Victor said, "Come meetWendy."She was a tall willowy woman with her hair tied back in a loose ponytail. "Hi. Under whose umbrella the Program came. Although that pleased me at the time, I tossed that pot on the back burner and simply dealt with the reluctant girls as they came to me in their rotation.February came and I was named the annual Wassail Maiden. Before the Program started a senior girl was chosen as the Wassail Maiden, and while dressed in a forest green outfit would hand hot cider and apple sauce to passers by and lead the Wassailing dance around the ancient apple tree in front of DDEHS.. As she did she said ‘you did cleanyrself out for me, right, whore?’ I tried to say ‘yesma’am’ through the gag and again choked myself tryingto nod. I’d given myself an enema prior to lubing upthat very morning. I regularly enema myself anyway,they feel sexy. ‘Good’ she said, and continued massaging lube into myanus, inserting a finger this time, then quickly two.She began thrusting them in and out in a circularmotion, periodically stretching her. Jill was edging forward, about to reach out and grab me when Peppi opened the nearby front door. Always aware of anything sexual, Peppi inquired if she were missing anything. Jill's tits were hanging, almost exposed, her skirt was around her hips and her spread thighs showed off a blossoming wet spot. My hard on spoke for itself. No, she wasn't missing anything. Peppi invited Jill over the next night for sphagetti, grabbed my hand and dragged me to the car. We fucked right there. The next.