Emma and Kate were both pensive but anxious to get up on stage. They would have been far happier getting caned in private but in front of everyone was...still okay. They loved to perform so in a way this was the same thing and would certainly be a talking point amongst their friends. The two girls came back down the stairs and just like the previous boy and girl they were rubbing their bottoms and crying. It made Lana a bit more concerned as she was expecting more strokes. Twelve in fact because. Looking down at her, he realized she had passed into a rejuvenating healthy sleep. He stripped the ruined, blood soaked dress off her, and threw it into the blazing fire that was in the room for his return. He left the room briefly and returned with a basin of water and a clean towel. He carefully washed her body, his own making demands of him that he hadn’t felt or even thought of in centuries. He looked down at her thinking of how much like an angel she appeared in sleep, certainly. Sky uses her tongue first to part Jenny's lips, then to trace the line up to the tiny bud of a clit. She flicks it, hoping to bestow the same pleasure she gives herself with her fingers. As Jenny's pussy starts to ooze wet, Sky explore the hole as best she can with her tongue. She is disappointed that she can't probe deeper. Somehow she imagined she'd be able to get right inside. Sky releases Jenny's tiny tit for the first time in ages, there is a better use for those fingers, and Sky eases. "I know you have wanted to do feel them for a long time." She squeezed her hands, making Robert's hands touch and grab her tits. When she removed her hands, Robert's hands continued to massage her tits. Robert was lost to lust. He grabbed Heather and held her close. He could feel her nipples pressing into his chest. He leaned down and kissed her on the lips, a gentle kiss at first, then a passionate, tongues intertwining, kiss. His hands traveled down her back until they reached that.