"Stuck with her, will be torture."I called out but no one answered, so taking advantage of the alone time I filled the bath up and grabbing a beer and...jumped in. I was barely half way though the beer when Bec knock on the door. "John, I need the toilet!" "Hang on," I yelled back as I made the best attempt to cover myself with some of the bubbles."OK, come on in," I yelled. As she walked in, she looked at me, shrugged and ran over to the toilet. "Ahhhh, so much better," she moaned.Now I'm only. The wood floor felt cold against the soles of her feet as she shuffled silently in the darkness and groped for her clothes. The young guide sat up in bed and scratched his head, wondering what was going on."My friend's out there, Tom. I've got to be going," Lydia said, leaning against the edge of the bed as she found her panties and lifted one foot to slip them on. Her titties swayed back and forth as she fished for her sweater, found it, and slid it over her head. Shaking her long mane of. " That's true. The world has things happen sooner than it used to. She's always had attention since she was a baby. Herb dotes on her though cares enough to keep her straight. No matter what happens, it will be good for her to have to work at something. I sometimes fear that life comes too easy for her."Now, what about you?" I've thought about what you said. I've never truly considered myself a beauty. I've always known I was good looking with a nice figure. I'm a bit of an exhibitionist. I. If I do have to punish you I will give you 6 strokes of the tawse on your bare behind. If your punishment is more serious I will punish you with the cane and for that you will take off your pyjama jacket as well. Do you have any questions?” “If I did need to be punished would Kate be watching?” I could see Aunty was getting cross. “I thought I made that perfectly clear,” said Aunty Beryl firmly. “Everyone who is here for dinner will watch whoever is being punished.” I remained sitting for.