We started giggling and I held onto Sarah's arm. “Let's go in one of them,” she whispered.She led us to a cubicle and pulled on the door handle. I... was locked.“Sorry,” she quietly called out to its occupant.She tried another door and it opened. We walked in together and she locked it behind us. As dark as it was, we could still manage to see thanks to the LED lights. We had gone into one of the cubicles at the end, so there were only two holes. One hole was in the wall that separated us from. His father had been in the Merchant Navy and had brought home all sorts of things from around the world that Richard had been loath to get rid of when he died. Among those things was a horse-hair fly whisk. It would make a super swishing sound but hardly do more than tickle her buttocks.Richard spent much of Tuesday morning rootling round in the attic. Inevitably he found plenty of digressions: photographs, letters, diaries and even an exercise book with a short story by his mother. He also. Each time you strike a little harder and fuck yourself a little deeper, and tell yourself what kind of slut you want to be. There are bonus points if you can manage a fist.Keep count and when you can't stand another second, whip your clit and labia six more times as hard as you can, then imagine my voice giving you permission to come and pee. Let that hot piss pour over your hand and then bring your fingers to your lips and... well, do what a filthy sub slut is supposed to do to please her. ”But when she brought her hand close enough to show me, it smelled like pee! I assumed that she had applied the powder to her vagina! The thought was making my dick jump up. And soon my assumption changed into surety when I saw her pajamas, from the outline of her vagina, were dirty with the same powder. She tried to cover it with her hands and thought I had not noticed it. After this, she went down and started helping my Mom in the kitchen.It was 10:30 PM and everyone was ready to go to bed..