Let's get into some real clothes." I emptied the bottle into ourglasses. I glanced at her and caught her staring at my swaying tits. Itook a few steps...toward my side of the house."Er, Dr. H, where are you going?" Boxers, t-shirts. I've got stuff that'll work." I think that's cheating, don't you? But on the girly clothes. Live alittle. I dare you." You think I can't do this?" I switched direction and walked right intoCarrie's room, flicked on the light. It was exactly how I'd last seen itand I. She tried to clench her buttocks, but the wide spread of her legs left in effective except to make it look erotic to these r****ts as her cheeks clenched and unclenched. It felt like giant spike was shoved up her backside, the pain reaching deep into her bowels, her tiny hole feeling like it was sliced by a knife instead of whipped. She couldn’t stop it, peeing, dripping on the floor as she lost control of her bowels. She was sure she was dying as she screamed out in pain.“Good girl,. . Cindy Walters, swimming back and forth in the pool with fluid, powerful strokes. Tom couldn't help but admire the young girl's grace and skill, among other things, and he paused to watch silently until she had finished her laps and gracefully pulled her ripe young body from the pool."Hi Cindy!" he greeted her brightly. "You're some swimmer!" Oh, hi Mr. Stevenson," she replied, a surprised look on her pretty face. Her bikini was wet, revealing more of her bronzed young body than he'd seen. He shoes came off almost at once. She was face down and felt her dress being pushed up over her bum and back. It was then pulled up over her head and seemed to get stuck. She was now blindfolded by the dress. Her arms trussed up inside it. Helpless. She could feel the tights being torn from her legs. She could feel the air on her legs and then she felt hands on her panties. The tearing sound was now her panties. Fingers poked at her pussy and then slipped in. She writhed against them and gasped.