1., but you can please yourselves, and I'm sure you will"Interstishul' yer say?"There I is, sat in a corner of the local's bar in the 'Jovial Tar'. Wh...t a bloody daft name that be. 'Twere the Jolly Sailor afore all they buggers from up London moved inter t'village an' landlord thort 'twere too commin fer the likes o' they, so 'ee got the brewry ter change it. Anyways, I'm wi my mate George an' ee's just used this big werd."S'right," says George, blowin the froth off 'is beer. I ain't never too. As usual I had been taken naked from my bed and brought to the kitchen area. All the staff could see my badly welted arse and the marks that still showed on my tits. They caused a lot of comment. I was given the white and blue stripe robe of the kitchen staff and handed over to Isla a junior supervisor. I was glad as Isla was much friendlier and seemed concerned over the work I could do after such a beating. "It is rare for anyone to be caned here but most days someone catches a good dose of. Have you and Sandra ever been in bed together with one man?”Sandra said, “Neither of us have ever been to bed with any man, or men.”“Women?”“We do sleep together, shower together and swim nude together, but we have never done any of the stuff we’ve read about and hear stories about two women doing together. I love my sister, and she loves me - and I’m sure if the right man were to come along - a man who we’d feel comfortable sharing his affections, we would probably be inclined to share all our. No, they didn't actually get out on the floor and gyrate together. I just likened it to a dance; the way one would lead and the other would follow, the animation in the faces and the gestures telling the story, even though I couldn't hear the words. I saw what I assumed were several assignations, and when the bartender started looking at me as if I was taking up space, I decided to start paying as if I were drinking the hard stuff, to give some justification for staying at the bar. That seemed.