At the end of the street someone had put up a makeshift “finish” line, and there were several men standing there, wearing the same rag-tag uniform... like the brutes that brought my mother here...Than I saw something that made my heart skip a few beats...The full lenght of the street, on both sides, was lined with rows of people.They were standing there, in complete silence.They were all women, wearing traditional Middle-Eastern garments.And they were all carrying long, supple whipping canes.My. I thought of making some noise, and then i heard her moan so slightly. I moved a bit to the right. I could now see her reflection in the mirror. It was apparent she thought i would not be home until late and she was going to enjoy herself.As i watched in anticipation, she was caressing her huge 36c tits. My wife is punjabi, not fat, she has right meat at the right places. The softness of the silk camisole must have felt wonderful. Because, from my vantage point her nipples were fully erect. As. Liz and Dianne started to laugh and Jerry and Bob shook their heads."What's so funny?" Marge asked."After we went back to our cabin last night," Liz said, "the four of us discussed the kids' new sleeping arrangements. To be quite honest, I wasn't sure we made the right decision, and neither was Dianne. The guys said we were being foolish and that everything would be fine, and now I guess they were right." Yeah, I guess they were," Dianne said. "All I could think about is the kids humping like. Without breaking eye contact with her sister, Anita leant down and lapped lightly at the small trickle of blood coming from Danny's now untended neck wound. Danny saw Sylvia's jaw tense slightly.Anita gave a longing sigh and then stepped back away from Danny. "Very well Sylvia. Have it your way."With that the sexy blonde vampire turned and strode from the room, leaving Danny and Sylvia alone.Danny breathed out in relief. He wasn't completely sure what that was all about, but he was thankful.