In the morning she showed me where the brothers had their money hidden. There was a considerable sum. I counted out fifty conches, two hundred and sev...nty shells, one hundred each of pinches and quids. I left Mark the one hundred pinches and quids and added to that twenty shells. He was to use the money to run the farm and to buy whatever supplies they needed. He couldn’t thank me enough. He took us out to one of the building and showed us the weapons that the brothers had stored there.“I have. I worked my hands through the leg openings to discover that he was wearing a jock strap, while I continued to massage his leg muscles all the while continuing my focus on his stiff rod, every once in a while sliding a finger under the jock to touch his nut sack.I began to pull at the nylon shorts and they slowly gave way to expose his creamy white flesh and black jock. I again buried my face again against the bulge this time working my way down to between his legs at the base of his balls. As. "Last chance to tell me before I punish you," I hiss.I wait for a response, but she doesn't answer me. I leave the bathroom to get something from the bedroom then return.Lubing up my hand, I insert a finger in her arse, but she doesn't stop me, so I put in another."Going to tell me before I fuck your tight arse and destroy it with my huge dick?"She doesn't respond again. Instead, she just grins so I turn off the shower and apply lubricant to myself. This would be a first for both of us.Slowly. . Sarah would have a gap year to last a lifetime. Wouldn't it seem entirely natural for two young women to go travelling together, for security and companionship? Maybe we would never return, or not until lesbians were treated like normal people. Was there anywhere we could go where life was like that? Berlin ... or Paris ... America. New York, Los Angeles, perhaps San Francisco, if the rumours were right...I knew was going to have to break it off with Ed, and tell him something close enough to.