The old and horny fingers playing with her sex with both skill and tenderness she knew must be the old chaps from the bench. The situation was both er...tic and sensual and rapidly she began to find herself climaxing, her fingers gripping the skirt tighter and her breathing harder as she struggled to keep herself still. The sensation went on for some minutes, and then she felt the fingers withdraw and heard the shuffling of feet as they left. The air struck cold on her hot wet pussy, as she stood. Leaning my ear against the door, I could definitely make out some grunts. I waited a bit longer, not sure what to do at that stage. Was she making out with her husband or was she just frigging herself? Oooh, Tim, yyyeeaahhh! I heard her moan softly. I nearly gasped at those words. What? Either her husband's called Tim or she was referring to ME! After a while, she became more quiet, so I knocked on the door. Come in!, a clear voice announced. I stepped in, with my gymbag around my shoulder. Her. This system was implemented from the bottom up, with corporal punishment regimens being reintroduced to schools around the world. If parents refused to discipline their children properly, they themselves would be punished. All companies would have their own punishment areas for recalcitrant employees, and in the middle of each town or village would be a punishment square. Attendance of punishments were mandatory for everyone within each area, not matter how old or young. In this way, crime. Ziva climbed from the pool and kissed Ivanka hello who licked Ziva's face tasting Julie's juices, "Mmmm she tastes good" Ivanka murmured , "I will feast on her cunt later but now I have the gift we talked about." Ziva's eye shone with excitement as Ivanka led them both by the hand to a couple of day beds near the open patio doors leading to the main bedroom. On the table between the beds were two strap ons, one slightly larger than the other, and a tube of gel. Ivanka stepped into the harness.