I could see her pussy was really swollen from all the fucking. Did you have a great time Honey, oh yes baby, can we do it again next year.That evening...we set up camp and Tessa told me she was going to take a shower quickly. Off she went with bag in hand. I see her go into the men’s showers, I thought she would shoot out embarrassed and blushing. No, not at all, looks like she was looking for seconds. She emerged out of the shower some 2 hours later and looking rather flushed. I later find out. "Hey wait a minute, we've done eating haven't we?" Well, I have anyway." So have I, wait here." and she dashed upstairs into the flat, shouting at me to crack open the last two cans.She appeared less than a minute later clutching a black plastic bag. I watched in fascination as she took out the shabby grey coat she'd worn yesterday on her release."Here you are, you can burn this one," she laughed and dipped in again for more, the whole bagful went that way, and we toasted the flaming end of. One girl starting repeating “Pump her up…pump her up…..pump her up”. others joined in the chant as he picked up the pussy pump and said to me, “We have to give the people what the people want babe”.. He moved the pump into position on my pussy and pressed it down to create a seal. He took the pump end of the device and instead of being in control of it himself as I had expected he said “Who wants first turn” to the crowd. I didn’t want someone I didn’t know controlling my pussy so I wriggled. Nevertheless, press reports were rife with tales of international intrigue, organised crime, espionage and polonium-flavoured teabags. And wacky bondage sessions. Trina’s talent for unravelling complex cases on her own patch in suburbia had not gone unnoticed by over-stretched administrators at Scotland Yard, and the intrepid woman detective now found herself about to be seconded to the Met, that admirable police service responsible for law and order in the Capital. Her remit, apparently, was.