Being a private complex it was often like that although the bar turned out to be a busy place in the evening. I returned to my sunbed where i stayed u...til i finished the drink, after which i was starting to burn. I decided to get up and go for a swim, i could see she was awake so I briefly said "i need to cool off in the pool" out loud. I didn't expect a response as such but she said "let me know if it's warm and i'll join you" ... at this point half the pool was in the shade but after dipping. "Here, do it like this."Jill hesitated, not quite knowing what she ought to do. If it really was legal, then she ought to try it so that she would understand the effects of this popular narcotic. Besides, it seemed so much easier to accept the pipe than to attempt to argue with these strange people. She'd just take in a little smoke, not enough to make her really high, but just so that she could test the general effect. Taking hold of the clay pipe between stiff, awkward fingers, she inhaled. The hand crested my knee and began its descent along the back of thigh. It was gentle but deliberate. It was heading toward my sopping pussy. I wanted to reach out and explore the person who was caressing me but I couldn’t move. The hand found my ass and its index finger began to wander toward my pussy. I pressed my head against the wall behind me. I was about to be penetrated. All I smelled was Dove soap. The finger traced my outer pussy lips. I wanted to it find what it sought. Was this a man. The Russian henchman was found dead in his cell after the third day of interrogations. No one knew the cause of his death. If Clara had known about the brutality he inflicted on Rebeca and the other women, she would have given him more than just one kick in the ribs, but one for every woman that he terrorized, abused, raped, and tortured. The Russian woman, his wife, claimed she knew nothing about his involvement or the activities at the Club, although she admitted to preparing food and washing.