The Colonel shut the window and the whipping was still audible. She sat at her desk and buried her face in her hands. Oh, God! Those poor, brave, wond...rful girls! She saw that her hands were shaking and went over to her private drinks cabinet. Two whiskies later she was herself again. Time to get on with some paperwork! She worked away at her weekly report and got up to stretch herself. Once more she opened the window."Six Hundred and Eighty Five!"How could she have given them such a wicked,. The position of the neck strap on the out sides of my boobs squeezed them together leaving an ample amount of cleavage prominently up on display. The last piece of latex to put on was the shoulder length gloves. Like the stockings these were also pink and a pain to pull up but eventually I got them in place. Getting the wrinkles out of the gloves was a lot harder than the stockings since both hands were now hindered by the material but after a little effort they were out and it was well worth. I fill a plate and look for somewhere to sit. Some of the men smile and wave as I pass, I wonder if they were among my lovers or just being friendly. Sally is lying on her front as one of the tent peg men we saw earlier slides slowly into her ass. I wave and shout after her 'Only one?' but she is too busy to notice me. A short while later I spot the other tent peg man. I approach, wrap my arms around his neck and whisper in his ear, "Lets fuck!" He obliges me and I kneel to take his prick in my. It was six forty five a.m. The lovers had been sleeping for a couple of hours or so when Chris yawned and looked over to me. She smiled at me and whispered "thanks Paul" then reached up and unfastened the belt and wrist restraints. Her lover groaned sleepily as she eased his dick out of her ass then crawled under the bed to untie my ankles. Slowly and in pain I shuffled my legs together, the fire in my ankles and calves almost made me weep. Chris had lain down on the bed again and was.