It wasn't hard to get myself distracted by the invader in my behind. With a little movement, I could feel myself flushing, and my breath quickening. I... was a lot harder to push myself further. My legs were tiring quickly: I needed a really good push up to get a solid movement back down onto the shaft so that I got a good rub past my prostate.Soon the only thought on my mind was to wriggle and squirm and push up and down on that dildo, even though it hurt me. Sometimes the suction pump would. Again, though, we were disappointed; nothing but trees and rocks, water and snow. Always snow.As we completed the circuit of the bay, I could see Carly visibly slump in defeat. Shouting to be heard over the wind, I yelled, “Hang in there, babe! We’ll try one more and if we still don’t see any sign of civilization we’ll stop and make camp.”I knew that our sleeping bags were in waterproof duffels and that we’d be able to find or make some sort of windbreak and get our tent set up. I wasn’t. But on the third day when I came home, the whole house was spotless and in the pantry the shelves were filled with groceries.”The man from Canada sat up straight on the bar stool, pushed out his chest and said: “I gave my wife a stern look and told her that from now on she would have to do all the cooking, the shopping and the housecleaning. Well the first day I saw nothing. The second day I still saw nothing. But on the third day, I began to see a little bit out of my left eye.”Canada ... Home. Gnawing on my lower lip nervously I turned the brass doorknob and pushed the door inwards. My heels clip-clopped playfully on the old Victorian floorboards as I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. As was expected I stopped on the spot just inside the entrance and clasped my hands in front of my skirt. I lowered my head and waited to be addressed. “Please, Charlotte, come and sit down,” Mr Francis’ tone was worryingly calm and I made sure I kept my eyes lowered obediently as I crossed.