It was also a bit chilly. I had already stripped indoors and was just wearing one of Janes dressing gowns. We got to the gate. I poked my head out. It...was quiet and nobody around. Suprisingly I wasnt that nervous about it. I removed the dressing gown and handed it to Jane. I then made the walk to the end and back. Brrrrr.. It was cold. I came back and put dressing gown on. Even though Jane believed I walked to the end, because she couldnt see anything, she felt her dare was a bit crap so we. But in a splitsecond the hand was replaced by cloth, some sort of gag. She was being gagged!She tried to kick out against her assailants, but there were too many of them,and they had strength and numbers and even experience at doing this on her. Thecloth on the gag was wrapped around a thick stick, about six inches long, so itstuck out either side of her mouth. Quickly one of the men wrapped another pieceof cloth around the back of her head and tied off both ends of the stick tightly.She tried. . Unpredictable for Jane's tastes. She broke rules often and didn't seem to care, though they were never important ones—minor things, like, Don't talk during such-and-such a time, or Don't check the answers in the back of the book, or things like that. But Jane had been placed—Sorted, Mr. Gunderson joked, referring to the Harry Potter books—in the alto section, which was roughly the equivalent of the Hufflepuff house, in that altos had the boring but necessary job of holding the song together.. This went on for only about 5 minutes and the task was completed. I rubbed her clean with the towel and said, “All done baby, you are smooth as a baby’s butt.” To say that the task was unnerving for me was an understatement – not so much that it was difficult but being right up next to that part of her body was sexual torture for me.She laughed and said, “Well, you weren’t k**ding – you did it as promised but I don’t think I can handle that all the time…I feel really self conscious.” I repeated.