Yet something felt magic as I touched the skin down there, andstarted exploring my new body. I ran my finger around the brown nipple,it felt really go...d. I felt moisture between my legs. I know I shouldhave been freaking out more, but the nipple's sensitivity was drawing myleft hand to my wet clit. It felt really good, as I inserted my fingerinto the wet damp hole. My pussy was begging me for another finger, andanother, when the phone rang. I didn't care who it was, I wasn'tanswering it. As. We are still in trouble and they better don't find us." He shook his head. "It will never be over once it started," he said. He had no idea how right he was. "I know that's something we need to think of how we are going to get out of this alive. But just trust me, James," I said. "You have a plan, right?" he said with a little smile on his lips. I knew I wasn't disappointing him. "Maybe," I only said as the waiter brought us our dinner. I avoided answering James questions about how we would get. She was now so excited as she saw the gap between the two wheals and reckoned she would aim for that gap. She pulled her arm back and brought the cane down just as hard again and almost got between the two other strokes. She saw the wheal appear but it merged with the second stroke. Sally was then conscious of the loud cry Angie made and hesitated to see if she was okay.Angie cried out when the second stroke landed and even louder with the third stroke. The strokes had such a small gap between. Making sure that nobody is noticing, he took me into it just to show how it looks. Except little moon light, it is very dark. Very silent. In a corner, there is bench. He murmured that, we can use that. I asked him, “there is only one bench & how we two couples can do?”. He again with a naughty smile said “ let’s share man, no problem”. I laughed. But I got the meaning for that “share” in the next few nights. We left that place. On the way to hostel, we first share our stories that how we got.