The lady nimbly ran up to Veronica and smilingly took an envelope out of her bag and handed it to her, bowing gravely and with extreme politeness. She...rejoined her husband and both departed, leaving Veronica as the sole remaining passenger.Before she herself had to disembark she opened the envelope and took out the enclosure. It read simply, "Remove your remaining shoe and carry it to Conti's café in Borough High Street. You will order a cup of tea and a cheese sandwich and await further. I plan to be first, but watching and waiting is difficult."With her words, she began again in earnest, her hands moving almost violently, as she rubbed and pinched herself, her robe falling open. McAllister watched stunned, watching the young girl treat herself so roughly, her short, sharp cries sending small jolts through her body, her taut belly undulating and rippling, the muscles standing out in sharp definition as she drove herself down onto her fingers.Glassy-eyed, she drove herself into. We didn't talk much; there wasn't much reason for words. We just so enjoyed existing side-by-side. Finally Lily whispered, "We're both super-smart. Why don't we invent something that makes us so rich we never have to worry about jobs and money, so we can just stay like this forever?"For over an hour we stayed just like that, lightly snuggling and nuzzling and watching the pretty waves roll in off the Gulf. Sometimes we would connect for coy little kisses. Eventually we started getting a little. "What are you going to do?" Emily asked, exhaustion forcing her togive up any attempt to escape, as the women leered at her nakednessmaking her cry with embarrassment. Miss Ashton showed little Emilythe special whip and smiled as she gasped suddenly appreciating theexcruciating pain that the hard-knotted tips would cause her delicateskin."Please, let me go home, please!" Emily sobbed."Hold her still!" Miss Ashton ordered.Standing between Emily's parted thighs, Miss Ashton raised the whiphigh.