"It would leave ninety-nine possibilities. It might take five or ten minutes depending on how deft he was. With you lying there, him working on the lo...k with his face between your legs, such temptation right in his eyes but out of reach; it has all the makings of a night to remember. It works both ways too, it would work just as well if it was a woman."Carol was reduced to a fit of giggles. Luckily we had a small combination padlock. I used to use on my suitcase and it had never been taken out.. They pulled in and drove to the back of the house, between the house and the barn. Their Jeep couldn't be seen from anyplace except standing in front of it.They left the things in the car for later and went in the back door, being as quiet as possible. They entered through a utility room and were inside the hallway that led to the kitchen and dining room. The floor was carpeted, so their footfalls were silenced. They stopped and listened at the kitchen door to see if they could hear any voices.. Neither Clementine nor Estella had slept well last night! Stella had sobbed quietly while Clementine lay on her back reliving the experience over and over again. Every lash had come before her eyes many, many times. She had tried to imagine herself helplessly spread-eagled like that with her back being torn to shreds. Round and round in her mind she had gone over every minute detail, hungrily picking each last scrap from her memory.She wondered how a girl could enjoy submitting to what she had. Until now we were sure that she did the tings we asked her, I mean we did the things she asked of us. Ruth wanted us to start a session and get her to fuck herself with the bedstead and she, Ruth, was going to sneak around the back way to her house to listen. She knew where her bedroom was, it was the same as the one we were in, and Ruth knew that she could position herself where she could hear what was going on inside.So it was one day when Ruth’s neighbour was away and she, I and Sara were.