But these were changed times, such ‘polite’ thinking had been undermined by regular, often non-standard, sex couplings. Dingvali asked Verisa if s...e would enter, who replied with a smile and drinking a pint of water. The challenge was on. He had started to find he quite liked being between her tight, robust thighs; he enjoyed the relationship with her, somehow she had become an equal, or nearly so. He was still the money earner, the financier of all the meals they ate; August Ling had made sure. I didn't get to see much, I said. Can I have a longer look? No. That proves nothing, I said, until I see hers, pointing at Lin (Alice?). Lin (Alice?) refused but now it was her sister's turn to beat up on her. I watched them wrestle again. They were getting a little more aggressive and it was fun watching them roll around on the bed. "Take her top off!" I told Alice (Lin?) and she tried to do it but it was hard in the one piece. Lots of fun to watch though. I was getting confused. Which one had. "Have you?" she asked."Yes Mistress." You mean you have not touched yourself without my permission?" No Mistress."Upon seeing Mannix's eyes dilate and how he tried to look away from herwhen he answered, she knew with all her Wiccan powers he was lying."Remain kneeling," she said.Mistress Charlotte then stood up, went across the room and into hercloset. She pulled out her leather, boned whip and glided back acrossthe floor to her chair. She sat back down and held the whip in both herhands. She believed firmly in keeping herself in shape, being healthy, keeping herself strong. And it showed, even underneath her plain unwomanly suits. Under a thin t-shirt, it glowed. Jane put on some panties, threw on some walking trousers, and black socks. None of these were anything special, but it wasn't her attire she was thinking about. Today, she was going to begin her hike. Jane had spent the past seven days travelling around, meeting some new people, generally being lazy and enjoying her.