"Clothes. Male animals don't deserve clothes. Hand them over."Bill dutifully stripped and slid the sweatsuit under the bars."Books and magazines too."...ill complied."And that screwball Amy must have turned the heat up. Let me fix that. No point in wasting energy on the likes of you."Bill shivered miserably under his blanket all afternoon, his stomach growling. He was also getting thirsty.When Rachel came down with his dinner, he sat up, hoping his punishment was at an end. At least the part. He turned her over and told her to spread her legs. Master re-entered the room, with his whip in his hand.“You did not come and I told you that the punishment was 100 pussy lashes. I will administer the first ten and then my handler will take over.” He brought the whip down on her sore cunt ten times. She was screaming and tears were running down her face. She knew better than to try to block the whip. Master handed over the whip to the handler and he continued to whip her. She finally. ” I felt really flattered and pushed his face to my boobs. They were getting heavier and I wanted him to strip me then. He looked into my eyes and pulled down my pallu, licked my cleavage, and further down my navel swirling his tongue round and round. Then he pulled out the sari from my panty. Now I was in my orange bra and panty. I pulled up his t shirt and removed his jean too. Then we remained standing in our innerwear and hugged each other kissing each other’s neck and fondling each other’s. “First we will view the Great Hall, or what’s left of it.” Clusters of long-eared bats whistled past their heads.They entered a cavernous roofless space, whose elaborate marble floor was bathed by brilliant moonlight. It was dissected by the black shadows of the massive beams above, which were all that remained of the original roof structure. Remnants of charred panelling clung doggedly to the brick walls. The space had a distinctly funerial feel.Tanya glided towards a raised dais at the far.