The attendant placed a warm hand on her back and she felt the other come to rest against her cotton panties, cupping the cheek of her behind. She shud...ered a little and felt the heat between her legs grow stronger still. Lucy spoke.“Your punishment will start now Mia. I hope it teaches you to behave better in future.” Mia was going to reply, but before she could the sharp force of Lucy’s first slap found her behind and her half formed word became a gasp. The blow was intense, even through the. She was completely lost to one of the most powerful orgasms of her life, courteousy of a little mental pressure on her pleasure receptors.And no sooner did Jamie's body go limp than I lay her gently in the shallows so she wouldn't drown, and then I was stalking as fast as possible through the water to where Kaia reclined, sitting on the edge of the pool with her feet dangling in the water. The telltale drips of her own self-induced orgasm were lining her inner thighs."Not yet."Kaia's words. Meanwhile, Jeff had stripped down and made his way into the shower. He was still in there when Clara entered the bathroom. Clara excused herself from Jeff’s presence, telling him that she wished to return to the lamp, carefully choosing her words to make it sound like she planned to study Zhiasa’s journal. Jeff gently protested, saying he had hoped they could spend the night together, perhaps finding a restaurant in the town in which to dine, but in the end he did not forbid Clara from. This had all been drummed into our heads by Kirk, back at Red’s security shop. So Trudy and I had worked out all sorts of arrangements to keep our protection within reach or else cover for each other. Remember in Marathon Man, when the spies go after the hero while he’s in the bathtub? Or in that western where the bad guy goes after Clint Eastwood’s buddy when he’s taking a bath, only to get shot by a revolver that he’s taken into the tub with him? Trudy and I weren’t movie stars or quickdraw.