Now as we rode of course my t-shirt was up because I was sitting, I felt him slide his hands down my waist along the side of my hips and then up again...but this time his hands slid under my top and were on my bare skin on my waist, OK I thought ,whats he up to, just a little harmless fun on his part? After all he was quite young, so we plodded along, and he kept sliding his hands a bit higher all the time, If not for the drinks I think I would have stopped him but I was curios to see just how. Finally, Father Murphy tied my hands behind my back so that I couldn't touch myself again and I had to spend the next eight hours like that! It was so embarrassing having to ask the other girls to help me eat my meal or scratch to scratch an itch! You could well say that I've learnt a lesson.Anyway, on to your other letter... I've passed on your answer to the sisters about my hair and they have now provided me with a razor. I took a bath and I have shaved all my body hair off. Doing my legs and. ..I saw the younger ones face, he smiled. I saw the back of the older one. Fucking you. I saw parts of you, feet, hands, you where still on all four.The older one stopped. He stood up, and told you to stay on all four, but to turn slowly around. You did, and I stared at your swinging hanging tits and beautiful mature soft body. Stop, he said. Your husband shoud be able to see what a slut you are. Now I saw you from the side. On all four. You turned your head and and looked at me, but not my. I want to have some fun,” she said. I asked her what she had in mind. She grinned. I knew that meant Deb had something sexy and a little devious in her head. She said, “Let’s play one hand of poker. If I win, you do anything I say tonight in bed. If you win, I do anything you say. Is it a deal?” I shook my head, but agreed quickly. Deb was the sexiest, most uninhibited woman that I have ever met. I knew that I would win either way. I would have a beautifully wild woman in my bed. What could.