It was on a corner across the street from the park. As we started across the road I took her hand, which I could tell was moist. I squeezed it and she...smiled up at me. After our late lunch we had to separate. She had things she needed to do. I just spent the afternoon walking around a town I had passed by on the highway but never explored. Finally I got a room in an older hotel in the downtown area. It was pricier than I had been used to on the road but I wanted to make my visit here memorable.. ----------------------------------- Drink number 7 We drank another shot as we got to their room. Wow, I’d never been this drunk. But it looked like being drunk was okay with me. I wasn’t slurring my speech. I was still standing on heels. I could still think pretty clearly. Or so I thought. Annie, on the other hand, was not as good with alcohol. She was hugging me again. And telling me I was pretty. How did she always manage to get this drunk. "Let's play spin the bottle!" she said I'd never. I cupped her arse-cheek for a while, before slowly inching my long, middle finger down into the velvety valley formed by her inner thighs. The tip brushed against her light, downy pubes and – this is a moment I remember vividly – when I applied pressure I found an absolute lake of moisture: she was wet for me! Taking this as tacit approval for what I was doing, I started to move my finger all around her fantastic pussy, smearing her copious juices all over her mound, inner thighs. She was silenced with a ball gag, of course, as they did this to her, just as when they paddled her bottom and struck her with the flogger.The worst part, though, was when her captors stuck a garden hose to her anus and shot jets of cold water straight up her tush. Her rectal muscles inevitably pushed the water back out of her rump and she shivered as she felt the water on the skin of her buns and thighs. It was far from over for the senior nun, particularly when Julian simply shoved a.