She was on some sort of convex bondage table, on her back, hands duct taped to her ankles underneath her and the table. She had been coated with some...kind of hot oil. There was one man on either side of her that he didn’t recognize, sucking each of her young breasts. They were slapping and squeezing her flesh, while Ashley's father, Jim Masters was fucking her pretty face relentlessly. Alan's wife was eating her own daughter voraciously, jamming her fingers into her sloshing pussy at the. The Disciple on the other side shut it, sliding a wooden bar across. Holding the rough walls for support, I ran unsteadily up the stairs to emerge in the ruins of the great hall. It was empty, the roof gone centuries ago leaving it open to the winter sky. I walked fast, breathing hard in the February air rendered damp by the thin fog that enveloped the castle.Which one is the southwest tower? I struggled to orientate myself. I arrived at sunset, didn’t I? Where had it set? Oh yes, on that side.. "What's wrong now?" asked Sandie who had had no trouble the previousevening."Can Skipper bath us?" asked Jenny."Are you sure you want that?" checked Sandie."Please," added Bea.Sandie came and told me about the request."D'you think it's wise?" I asked her."They seem to want it. They obviously like you." Well I think you'd better be there as well. You know, the usual stuff." Don't worry. I had every intention of chaperoning." "For all our sakes," I added."Exactly," finished Sandie."I'll have to. She closed her legs, lent forward and kissed me. Then turned to her husband and gave him a kiss to wake him up. He shot up and headed for the door saying good night to me and beckoned me to the door. As I left the house they both smiled and said see you soon. I couldn’t help myself and stuffed the knickers down my jeans as I walked back to my lodgings and of course walked with a stiffy. Once I got home I couldn’t wait to smell the knickers and recall what had just happened…I couldn’t believe my.