Oh, via my shower of course.We didn't open the pub that morning until nearly half twelve. We'd planned twelve o'clock, but it took slightly longer goi...g to church than anticipated. Yeah, Beverley dragged all four of us (kicking and screaming) to church that morning.I'm going to say that it was an interesting experience. Almost everyone in the nearby village was there. Excepting for old Bert who'd been left standing guard over the pub with half a bottle of whisky to keep him happy. With all five. However, from what I read of their thoughts, it seems that Kathy kept in full charge of the situation and enjoyed several good fucks. "He does do it well and makes me orgasm so powerfully that it seemed worth taking the risk," she told me when we had coffee together one morning.My own work is going well and the ring is proving to be both a help and a distraction. It was a help when I listened in to a discussion between members of a neighbouring lab on their project and found some of their ideas. But despite the largeness she pumped her hot mouth over it, lips wrapped hard around it, when he willed it. Her tongue flicked expertly over the round, swollen head as she worked the length of him and he grunted and groaned in pleasure when the fat head of his cock pounded against the back of her throat.When he finally came, it was wedged in snugly between her huge breasts and with almost explosive force. Suddenly forcing her on her back, straddling her with one leg on either side and gripping. “Swish. Snap!” The cane was now moving back down her body. She couldn’t be sure, but it felt like this stripe was in the middle between the previous two strokes. As the pain flashed across the length of the stripe, it seemed to ignite pain in the welts on either side of it. But even the combined pain of the three welts did not equal the pain of the previous stroke.“Oooooooooo” the crowd heard her scream loudly. Their cheers drowned out the ending of that scream as she said more softly “pen.”.