May driving, Jim sat next to her with his hand up under her rolled back skirt, and the other two welded together on the back seat. Arriving back, they...were soon naked, Wendy donning the full set of cuffs, knowing what she had requested, they prepared salads and the evening being warm they lay out on the loungers nibbling the food and sipping the wine in the warm evening sunlight, to most holiday makers the end of a perfect day. Ian laughing, smeared cream from his overfilled bun onto Mays. Finally, with his chin running with her juices, he inserted his middle finger fully applying a gentle rubbing pressure to her g-spot until her back arched. The combination of this with the relentless flicking of his tongue across her clitoris ended the sweet torment with a crescendo and she came noisily, her knees buckling, so he had to support her with his free hand clenched against her tight buttocks.There was a brief respite as she composed herself, and then, she grabbed his head and pulled. ..No.”“Well tough, and smile more, you look pretty when you smile. And anyway, if you aren’t convincing, we all lose.” She smiled too sweetly, tucking the last of her makeup gear away, “There. Here, take a look.”She produced her makeup mirror and turned it around. Casey looked down into the reflective surface and blinked, his eyes wide, it was the first time he’d had his makeup done by someone who knew what they were doing, and as he looked between the face in the mirror and the face of his. Kate looked around the cell for small objects and tried to fashion a lock pick from the brown strap buckle, but she didn’t know that the door was extremely secure from the outside, bolted and padlocked beyond any threat from a tiny lock pick. She deserted that idea and decided that waiting behind the door and ambushing whoever came into the cell next was a good plan and then she would keep them as a hostage and negotiate her way out of The Spider. It was a good plan in theory, but in reality it.