I completed the ten and stood by the horse watching Jo. She eventually finished all ten and stood panting as Miss told her off for being so slow.“Ne...t, run to the far wall and back ten times. Go!”I was back in a couple of minutes but again, Jo took much longer and returned in just under five. Miss placed a gym bench on the floor and instructed Jo to bend over and hold the bench. She brought out the strap and made her part her legs before, ‘thwack’, ‘thwack’… six strokes flicked across that. I want to scream." "Do you masturbate?" "It is only a momentary solution. After I come I just feel as lonely as when I began. I miss the textures and smells of another person with me. Masturbation is not much of a replacement." "No, I guess not." "Would you do me a favor?" "Of course. Anything." "Tickle my pussy. It might stimulate the piss. I don't know why I can't go." I reached my free hand back behind Holly and traced my finger down into the recess of her ass until I had located her. 'But I have nothing to declare!''That way now!''But I'm on holiday!'To her shock he pulled a truncheon from his belt. She had seen images of truncheon wielding African police on the television. She suddenly realised that hitting people was probably second nature to a man like this.'OK! OK! I give in'.She stalked off making it clear she was in high dudgeon as she went. Not that the African give a damn. The Customs Officer had immediately noticed her arrival in the terminal building. Blond hair. She was one of those people who would give me a boner, were I not an omniscient narrator, and then a single look would make me feel disgusted with myself. Bianca was a manager at a large chemical research firm. I think the excellent money was only her second favourite part of her job, you see, she loved power, and you could just tell she loved bossing around the nervous scientists around. She treated the young interns like pets – they would do anything to please her, the deluded, horny fucks..