That time he pushed the bell that rang in my tower bedroom as well as the downstairs. I found him standing on the bridge we had erected to allow for e...try into the main hall. With the giant chains that did nothing it looked like a draw bridge. The chains had been ships anchor chain I was told. Which scrapped ship I did not know or care. The large chain was also looped through iron posts on the bridge to make a handrail. The bridge was true to the width of the castle's massive doors but it had. OH SHITTT! Just as I was thinking they were trying to get inside me my pussy lips had parted and what seemed like a hundred fish had swam inside my tortured cunt.If you’ve even had one of those vibrating dildo’s that swirl as well…well this was a hundred times more fucking intense.Hundreds of the fucking things inside me swimming around exciting the insides of my pussy it felt like hundreds of small electric zaps of electricity against every part of my vagina inside.Again the large fish between. It was mid May and the outside temperature this early in the morning was 27C, and the bus air-con was non-existent, so I had opened a window, to make use of the warm air flow, but still I sweated, my brow and scalp saw rivulets of sweat pour down, my face, my neck and between my breasts, the plastic seating exacerbated the wetness between my legs, I was quite literary boiling over, even my thighs, normally so cool, had little beads of sweat that ran conveniently down between my inner thighs to. Joanne started to moan and whispered to me that she wanted to be oiled a bit. I applied some of the sunbathing oil we brought on her pussy and massaged her clit which become rock hard. She demanded more. “Use your fingers”. I shoved 2 fingers into her completely wet pussy and fucked her hard until she squirted right on the towel. She was now so hot that she demanded more fingers. I first added a third finger stretching her bald pussy even further. I could feel how she started to relax more and.