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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
PASSIONÕS PLAYPEN
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Chapter Seven
Kate felt the car stop some time later. She was squirming in her
seat. She could barely hold in her pee. She sat with puffed cheeks,
exhaling in little puffs, scared that she would urinate on JohnÕs hand-
tooled leather seat. She could think of little else. Her fears were
submerged in a desire to relieve her bladder. She was grateful for Miriam,
who kept her hand pressed close to KateÕs muff. She squeezed KateÕs
cuntlips together in a childish, but so far effective, attempt to keep her
from peeing.
John escorted the blindfolded Kate from the car as grandly as heÕd
put her into his car. He held her arm and carefully helped her place her
feet on his asphalt driveway as if she were the Queen of Sheba and he
merely a slave. In fact, as Kate was well aware, feeling her pee about to
burst from her, she was JohnÕs slave. She gained the ground and
immediately chafed in his hands, eager to run into his house and piss. She
hoped they were at his house. She had no way of knowing, but theyÕd
promised her a proper bathroom when they arrived. For a moment she
thought, in insane desperation, that they might be at a posh restaurant, a
private one where no one would mind if a girl were brought in all stained
with cum from sex play. Yet, she decided, such a bizarre fantasy was just
a product of her dips into alt.sex.stories on boring school nights. SheÕd
been reading too much Missy, she assured herself.
John and Melinda did not remove her blindfold. They led her into the
home they shared in such a manner that she would be unable to identify it,
seeing only the rooms, never the outside. Kate blushed as she felt cool air
wash over her heated body. The cape round her shoulders was left open. It
trailed behind her in the night wind, letting the air stroke even her
bottom, making it chilly. Her hair was a wreck but the wind lifted her
long blonde locks and, under the shining moon, it drew them out behind her,
making her look like Lothiriel in TolkienÕs Lothlorien. An elven queen,
moving unsleeping through the night air, watched by the trees she heard
swaying around her.
Kate was helped to mount stone porch steps. Both John and Melinda
helped her, each taking one of her arms that was handcuffed behind her,
guiding her with their hands on her slim upper arms. Kate heard John put a
key in the front door. She stood with her bottom cheeks compressed, her
thighs pressed tightly together, weaving a little on her feet as she
concluded she couldnÕt hold herself any longer.
Suddenly she felt a wetness running down her legs. She exhaled
softly. A wave of relief washed over her.
ÒGood God! SheÕs peeing on our porch!Ó Melinda cried to John. They
watched her, holding her arms. Kate felt her urine run down the insides of
her thighs, despite holding her legs together. Her pee stained the stone
and ran down the steps.
Melinda used KateÕs cloak to wipe between her legs. ÒYouÕve been
very naughty, Kate,Ó Melinda told her. ÒLook at you! Semen burbling from
your slit, your pee running down your legs. And your hair, beautiful but
unkempt, matted with errant shots of menÕs sperm. Is this how your
mother would expect you to come home from a party?Ó
John laughed. ÒI forgive you for that, Kate. I wouldnÕt want to see
you hurt yourself trying to be good for me.Ó He urged her forward. Kate
crossed over the threshold into his house. He didnÕt deign to carry her, but
she was merely a slave and he had treated her remarkably well so far. She
told herself that Melinda would have been jealous if John had carried her
in. Kate felt a sense of happiness as the warmth of JohnÕs home replaced
the cool outside air. Her goosebumps lessened. She felt herself pad
across a deep plush carpet and then, going down what sounded like a hall,
she was stopped and she heard John open a door.
A smell of bare earth met her nostrils. Kate felt herself pushed
forward and she balked. Her feet met creaking steps and she climbed
resistantly, unsteadily down a flight of raw wooden steps. She felt a
sense of danger. Yet, with her bosoms pushing out before her, their
nipples eager and stiff, with her cunt wettening a little even as she
descended, Kate knew she was going to be placed into whatever John had
prepared for her. She hoped he was compassionate for her. She was just a
young college girl, playing games, feeding in oats she knew she should
never touch.
KateÕs blindfold was removed by Melinda. Kate opened her eyes and
stood for a moment completely rigid, stiff as her nipples were. She was
in an earthen cellar. A wooden floor covered it but the walls were bare
and had a deep fertile smell to them. Kate saw not far from herself a
collection of pillows arranged on the floor. They were covered with silk
pillowcases and looked newly washed. Beside them, but at a little
distance to keep them from getting wet, was a water pump. It was made
of brass and looked newly re-built, as if it had replaced a much older
model. Next to the pump, to receive its libations, was an old battered tin
washtub. It looked clean but it seemed like it might be for washing a dog
in, or a cat, yet Kate noticed it was big enough for a girl to fit into. A
clean layer of plastic lay under it to keep the wooden floor from getting
soaked.
Next to the tub was a wooden post. Kate flinched as she saw chains
hanging from the post. They were neatly looped around a crosspiece that
stuck out, penis like, to hold them aloft. Kate saw that manacles were
attached to the post, separate from the chains, bolted like handcuffs to
the front of the post.
Kate shivered. It was cool in the cellar. Deeper in the gloom she
saw unlicensed casks of whiskey and, surrounding them, sacks of pot. She
knew a little Spanish and she read the words printed neatly on the burlap
sacks. ÒGolden Weed,Ó they said. Along the top of several bags were much
smaller bags, carefully taped shut and white in color. ÒFlour,Ó each bag
proclaimed, but Kate guessed it wasnÕt flower they held inside them. It
was a small fortune in heroin or cocaine.
ÒYouÕll be kept downstairs in the storage room for awhile,Ó Melinda
told Kate. John held Kate as Melinda lit a number of tall tapering candles
near the cushions. Kate saw the candlelight sparkle upon a tea tray lying
in the cushions. It held a small silver vase of fresh cut flowers and a
silver pot of tea, plus blueberry bagels, fresh from the oven, and slices of
ham and munster cheese. The flowers in the vase were roses and peonies.
ÒAfter your bath you may eat,Ó Melinda said to Kate. John pushed her
forward toward the collection of cushions. Kate saw that despite the
crudeness of the tin tub there was a small collection of perfume flasks
and an atomizer and some fragrant fresh soap next to it, plus a bottle of
strawberry Suave shampoo.
ÒGet in the tub,Ó John told Kate. She didnÕt respond. She merely
stared down at it, standing over it now, an empty old tin tub that hardly
matched the nice bath Marie had always bathed her in. John pulled her
cloak off and reached into his pocket. Kate heard him draw out his keys
and he unlocked her handcuffs.
Melinda, to KateÕs surprise, removed her dress. She worked quickly
and in just a few moments she was completely naked, just like Kate, but
with her hair much better kempt than KateÕs was. She reached back into
the bun of her hair behind her head and undid it. It fell down along her
face and over her shoulders. Kate stared at Melinda. The brunette had a
body like a model. Her hips were slim and her legs long and the only thing
that must have kept her from being one was the size of her breasts. They
were quite pronounced and they presented themselves quite firmly, lofting
up like twin balloons on her chest, or twin sno cones, topped by cherries,
for Kate saw that Melinda had taken care to tan herself in such a way that
her breasts, and her pubic region, were kept perfectly white. There were
no marks on her anywhere, despite her life with John and his bad
reputation.
Kate felt a little jealous of Melinda and thought, as the woman gazed
casually at her, that the feeling was mutual. Both of them were very
pretty and John, still suavely dressed, had obviously to choose at some
point which of their pretty nests he wanted to stick himself into. Kate
heard a scuffling on the stairs and, startled, turned her head. John held
her firmly. As Kate looked behind herself she rubbed her wrists, for the
handcuffs had been a little too tight for her.
ÒMaÕam? Sir? Will you be wanting anything else?Ó Kate heard a
high-pitched, proper British accent ask.
ÒBring the strap. Our guest may prove unruly,Ó Melinda said
casually, brushing her hair back from her face as she spoke. Kate shivered
and felt her bottomcheeks tense. John cupped her bare heinie with his
broad calloused palm and made her step into the tub.
ÒSit down. IÕm going to bind your hands to the post so Melinda can
wash you properly,Ó John told Kate. She looked up at him. She was forced
to huddle in the tub in a seated position, her bottom against the cold tin
floor of the tub, with her knees drawn up to her chin. Her arms sought
refuge from JohnÕs command by wrapping themselves around her legs.
Kate interlinked her fingers in hopes of denying him.
As easily as if plucking fruit from a branch, John reached down with
his hands and plucked up KateÕs. He lofted her hands over her and pushed
them backward until they bumped against the post. Then he fastened each
of her wrists into the steel manacles that were fixed to the post. Kate,
not fighting him by trying to remove her hands from his, instead leaned
forward and bit at his crotch with her mouth. His dick was caught quite
visibly in his trousers and she tongued at his zipper with her tongue and
then caught it between her teeth. As he bolted her wrists to the post she
unzipped his pants. She delved between his opened zipper with her tongue,
feeling the steel bits of the opened zipper scrape themselves against her
tongue as she went exploring. She licked his cotton underpants. They
were stiff with promise. John laughed as he felt what she was doing to
him. Quickly he finished binding her. Then he opened his trousers and dug
inside his underpants hole and presented Kate with his freed cock.
Kate gasped at his size. He was as big as any man sheÕd encountered.
She gave his pee hole a tentative lick with her tongue. Then, boldly, as if
to scare him, she caught his big bulbing penis head between her teeth and
drew back her lips to let him see how her small pearly teeth held him so
dangerously. But even as she lightly bit him she could feel his girth and
the blood pounding in his shaft and she knew he was like an iron beam,
barely feeling her little teeth as they tried to taunt him. So she licked his
pee slit with her tongue again and this, unlike the biting, produced a
response in him. He sighed and seemed to grit his teeth and for a moment
she felt scared that he might actually spill himself into her mouth. She
looked up at him and watched his face as he recovered himself.
Out of the corner of KateÕs eye she saw a large rotund woman
dressed in an old-fashioned maidÕs outfit. She walked across the wooden
floor carrying a leather belt. She held it out in front of herself by her
fingertips, as if she were afraid of it, or disapproved of the use it might
be put to.
ÒI trust the tea is satisfactory, maÕam?Ó the maid asked in a voice
that showed her pride, despite her status.
ÒIÕm sure it will be, Eunice,Ó Melinda answered. If the maid noticed
that Melinda was completely naked, and that Kate was new and naked too,
and that John had his penis between KateÕs lips, the maid showed it not.
Primly she turned upon giving Melinda the belt and walked back across the
floor and up the cellar steps. She was quite fat and Kate could hear her
stockinged thighs rubbing together as she walked. Yet, lifting her dress
slightly to keep it from brushing the steps, the maid walked with a
certainty and a gracefulness that Kate envied. She was just a little
college girl ensconced in an old tub, but the maid was a proud, matronly
woman, who performed her duties well but obviously suffered no abuse
from anyone.
ÒCall if you need me, maÕam. IÕll be walking the dog meantime,Ó
Eunice said without turning to look back at them. Kate watched the
womanÕs girth disappear up beyond the top of the steps and she heard the
cellar door open and close.
ÒShe does good work,Ó John said absently to Kate. ÒThe tea is
always fresh and she takes care of everything we donÕt want to bother
with.Ó As he spoke he eased his cock out from between KateÕs lips. She
gave his penis a parting kiss on its tip.
ÒSit back and relax. IÕll wash her,Ó Melinda told John. He retreated
to the pile of cushions and sat down on them. Leaning back, he lay like a
Roman emperor, still dressed in his suit but with his penis out to take in
the air. It stuck up like a scepter.
Melinda took something from atop the bales of pot. Kate saw it
brought into the light made by the flickering candles and saw that it was a
camera.
ÒDo you want to begin photographing her?Ó Melinda asked John.
ÒYes,Ó John smiled. He took the camera from Melinda. He adjusted
its knobs and its lens.
ÒI donÕt want to be photographed!Ó Kate blurted. She tried to get up
from the tub but found sheÕd lost her ability to, given that her hands were
fixed to the post.
ÒOh, JohnÕs going to record every nuance of your emotions during
your stay here,Ó Melinda smiled. Her eyes glinted as John pointed the
camera at Kate and set of its flash bulb. KateÕs eyes were recorded in
panic, her breasts bouncing on her chest as she tried, vainly, to rise from
the metal tub sheÕd stuffed herself into. ÒYou should be proud of the
expense heÕs going to, just for you,Ó Melinda said with a smirking smile.
ÒThe best soaps and the finest tea and fresh silk cushions for you to lie
upon are all yours, because he considers you beautiful, even though you are
just a girl starting college. And the expense heÕll incur printing all those
photos heÕs going to take of you! He hopes to recoup the cost, of course,
charging quite a lot for a peek at you in your birthday suit, but itÕs a risk
all the same, and he might lose his shirt, if men feel you donÕt suit them.Ó
John took photograph after photograph of Kate, catching her every
gasp as she stared into his camera and then, blushing, tried her best to
look away, all the while with her arms manacled above her and her breasts
responding buoyantly to every one of her nervous sighs. Melinda walked
over to her and began pumping the pump. John captured a shot of her
bottom as she bent over the pump and worked its handle. MelindaÕs
breasts dangled beneath her like ripe fruit and Kate wished she could bite
off MelindaÕs stem-like nipples. John caught another shot of Kate as the
ice cold water from the pump spurted and sloshed over Kate into her
imprisoning tub. It came from deep within the earth and Kate hoped there
werenÕt any nightcrawlers breeding down in that deep underground well
that fed her bath. The water was freezing and Kate felt her nipples stand
out even more protrudingly, as if that were possible. Yet the water,
washing over her, felt cleansing too, washing away the sperm of the men
who had loved her in MarieÕs evil Ôgame room.Õ
Melinda bathed Kate lovingly. She lifted each of KateÕs bosoms,
using a sponge. She bent and teasingly kissed each of KateÕs nipples
before passing the soap-laden sponge over them. She washed between
KateÕs thighs, and John recorded KateÕs apprehension as Melinda scrubbed
KateÕs pussy until Kate felt herself brinking on orgasm. KateÕs arms were
unshackled when it was time for her bottom to be bathed. Melinda
smoothed her soft palm across its white, satiny surface. Kate suspected
sheÕd feel something much less pleasant on her bottom before her visit
with John and Melinda was over but, for the moment, her hiney was
accorded the same luscious affection as the rest of her. Her legs were
washed and Melinda complimented their length and firmness. They were a
little skinny, she told Kate, but in time her thighs would fill out.
Kate was made to present her slit to Melinda and the woman stuck a
squeeze tube into her and douched her, John watching, photographing it all.
Kate blushed deeply, knowing the tube must look like a prick upping its
way into her, or growing out from her, but there was nothing she could do
and she was sleepy now from her long night and she didnÕt resist. Melinda
douched KateÕs bottom too, for she could see that someone had spent
himself in her there, leaving his seed behind to slowly ooze out of her.
Melinda washed KateÕs hair for her, using the shampoo and a bottle
of conditioner that had been sulking behind the post, amidst a collection
of rude upstanding dildos and a little pile of condoms. Kate wondered at
the collection. No doubt some of the items would be put to use soon, but
she had no control over when or why or how. Melinda rinsed her under the
cold tap of the hand pump and then, holding her arm, she bade Kate to get
out of the tub.
Kate was dried with a soft towel, Melinda drying her as John took
photos. Melinda made sure that in drying between KateÕs legs, and across
her nipples, she rubbed enough to get Kate excited. KateÕs slit pulsed with
soft desire and she longed to be made to sit on JohnÕs upstanding penis. He
continued photographing her, catching each of her blushes and sighs.
They took in tea and bagels, Melinda feeding Kate and herself as Kate
was made to sit on the cushions with her hands newly handcuffed behind
her. Kate didnÕt like this odd subservient, captive Queen role theyÕd
planned for her but there was nothing she could do about it. John was big
and quite strong and his biceps looked as if they might tear open the
sleeves of his suitcoat whenever he bent his arms. Meanwhile, sticking up
through his elegant trousers stood his penis, obviously satisfied by what
it saw.
To KateÕs surprise, her hands were unlocked after sheÕd been fed.
She rubbed her wrists again. The cuffs had been tight and bothered her but
sheÕd not complained, for she felt a strange excitement at being forced to
sit open-legged, Indian-style, with John able to see and photograph her
moist slit. Now that her hands were hers again she placed one of them
over her pussy to see what denying a view of herself to John would
provoke.
ÒYes, rub yourself. Let John photograph you rubbing yourself,Ó
Melinda told Kate. At first Kate felt bashful but she was quite aroused by
how they treated her and, reluctantly, looking down at her naughty slit
which so deeply wanted to be fucked, she rubbed it. She found her spot.
She threw back her head and gasped loudly as she made herself totter up
to the brink of orgasm. Then, just before she was about to cum, with
Melinda playing with her own pussy as she watched Kate, the woman
stopped herself and reached out and stopped Kate too.
ÒThatÕs enough,Ó Melinda told Kate. ÒAll is not just pleasure here.
Anyone could see that buy simply buying Penthouse. John photographs
girls in all their moods.Ó Kate sighed and wanted very much to play with
herself some more, just the little more that was required, but she
couldnÕt, for Melinda held her hand firmly and seemed ready to capture her
other hand if Kate tried to use it to please herself. John, flash pulsing,
captured KateÕs mood as she shivered just out of reach of her orgasm.
KateÕs breasts heaved on her chest and her nipples stood up like thorns.
Her soft girlish belly sighed deeply.
ÒLetÕs go upstairs,Ó Melinda told Kate. ÒJohn and I collect fine
antiques and heÕd get some nice photos of you if he let you see them.Ó
Up the stairs they went, leaving the cellar. Kate was made to go
first up the steps. Melinda followed her. Instead of handcuffing Kate
again, Melinda simply held KateÕs wrists behind KateÕs back, keeping them
there with just the slightest pressure of her manicured fingers. Kate
didnÕt resist. She was glad she could avoid the tight binding of the
handcuffs. She wondered if Melinda watched her bottom as she walked up
the steps, for it protruded behind her, on account of her arms being held
behind her. She suspected Melinda watched the rolling of KateÕs ass
cheeks and Kate gave them an extra wiggle as she mounted each step, just
to show Melinda that despite her captivity she was capable of a little
teasing herself. John followed, snapping the occasional picture. He left
his penis hanging out of his trousers. It was hard and erect and showed no
sign of lessening in its ardor for Kate.
Kate was taken into the living room. There, standing on a plush rug,
she was shown a wide collection of rare antiques by Melinda. John
snapped pictures of Kate examining the old relics. Kate inspected a pair
of ivory candlesticks, to fragile to ever hold real candles again. She
touched a sword from the middle ages, sharp on both of its sides. She was
careful not to cut her fingers on its sharp blade. She found herself
enthralled by a Jade sculpture of a Japanese maiden. Next to it was a
dwarf tree, carefully cropped to keep it small despite its advanced age,
Òat least 200 years,Ó Melinda assured her.
Kate was shown MelindaÕs fine china. Examining a cup, Kate found
herself standing next to the living roomÕs fireplace. It had a stone hearth.
Suddenly, as Melinda lectured Kate on the age of the cup and its frail
delicacy, Kate looked at John with his insidious camera. Out of spite, she
dropped the cup. It shattered on the hearth. Melinda shrieked. Then,
quieting with a strange brooding satisfied kind of quiet, Melinda looked
from Kate to John.
ÒYou may continue your photographing if you wish,Ó Melinda told
John. ÒBut IÕm going to make our friend here pay for the cup.Ó
ÒIÕm sorry,Ó Kate mumbled. But she knew she wasnÕt and she
wondered if the buzzing of her hungry little pussy had made her
misbehave. John captured another shot of her, his penis stiffly erect, as
she allowed Melinda to take her hand and guide her away from the shards
of the shattered cup to the other side of the room. Melinda unlocked and
opened the front door and pushed Kate outside.
Kate found herself standing on the stone porch again. The night was
still. The moon had set. Kate noticed that the porch was wet. Someone
had washed it off for them. In the cold night air Melinda came out on the
porch, behind her, and forced Kate down the front steps. Kate found
herself pushed from the concrete walkway that led up to the porch into
the front yardÕs dewy grass. She didnÕt like getting her feet wet but there
was nothing she could do, for Melinda followed her closely, pushing her
ahead until they approached an old tree standing in the middle of the lawn.
All about the front yard stood a forest of pines. TheyÕd been cleared from
the yard but they stood just beyond it, staring down with their heavy dew-
laden branches. There was not a sound in the forest. Kate felt like Gretel,
come to the candied house of the witch to be eaten.
Hanging from the tree, the single tree permitted in JohnÕs yard, was
a noose. Kate saw it and flinched with horror. The noose hung from a
branch of the tree. It was a stout branch, big enough to hold the entire
weight of a girl like Kate. She was pushed under the branch by Melinda and
then, with Melinda grabbing her arms from behind, she was made to reach
up into the noose itself. Melinda bound her wrists with it so that Kate
couldnÕt do anything but stand helplessly under the tree. Kate balanced on
her tip toes. She was stung up so that her heels could not longer touch the
grass.
Melinda, as it turned out, had slipped into high heels on her way out
the front door. Kate noticed this as she turned her head pleadingly to
Melinda to be released from the noose. Fear knotted itself in KateÕs
tummy as she saw that Melinda held a pair of steel clippers in her hand.
But instead of cutting off KateÕs nipples, as Kate momentarily feared,
Melinda cut a slim branch from the tree. Kate realized she was strung up
under a birch tree. She wiggled her bottom and tried to free herself from
the noose. John came around in front of her and snapped her picture as she
watched Melinda stalk round behind her, swinging the freshly cut birch. It
sliced cooly through the night air. It seemed to ache for something to
strike.
Kate heard a womanÕs voice cry out in the night. For a moment she
fancied it was her own, but nobody had touched her, she realized, after a
moment, tensing her bare bottom and feeling it respond in the stillness of
the night air. Suddenly she saw a dog bounding across the lawn. A
womanÕs voice called to it. Kate realized Eunice was calling the dog, but
it failed to obey. It ran up to Kate and sniffed KateÕs huddling
bottomcheeks. Kate yelped. She tightened her bottom, but felt quite
helpless, for it still bulbed out behind her like a big moon, asking for
whatever attention it got.
The dog raised itself on its hind legs and tried to mount Kate.
ÒSpot! Bad dog! Down!Ó Melinda said to the dog. Perhaps out of
courtesy for a fellow female, she gave the male dog a hard cut with her
birch. He dropped to all four of his legs, yelping a little and surprised, but
undissuaded. He ran round in front of Kate and sniffed at her bush and
immediately mounted her thigh, standing erect and rubbing himself
against it. Melinda swatted him again with her birch. He dropped down
but circled Kate excitedly, dying to spend on her. Eunice came bustling up.
Her stockings could be heard as her thighs rubbed together. She grabbed
the dogÕs collar and led him away from Kate.
ÒOpen your legs. The dogÕs gone,Ó Melinda told Kate. The blonde felt
afraid and kept them tightly together.
ÒDo as she says,Ó John told Kate. His voice was stern, not at all the
laughing voice sheÕd grown accustomed to. ÒI want to photograph you
being whipped by her. Do it now!Ó John barked.
Kate opened herself to MelindaÕs gaze. Her fig could just be seen,
hiding up between her legs. John, in a less sanguine mood now, perhaps
because of his aching cock, gave himself a few quick, fisting strokes
before resuming his photography.
ÒAre you ready?Ó Kate heard. She was going to tell Melinda ÔNo,
certainly not!Õ but then she realized Melinda had asked John, not her.
ÒYeah, I have enough film,Ó John answered, checking his camera.
Melinda swiped the branch in low and struck Kate right across her
incurving bottomcheeks, where they swept back under her to meet her
thighs.
ÒNo!Ó Kate cried. She screamed at the stars in the dark cloudless
night but all she heard in response was the swaying of the trees, and a
bark from Spot as Eunice led him away.
Amidst flashes from JohnÕs camera Kate was made to suffer under
the birch. She cried and wept and pleaded, and John caught her every
gasping cry and begging imprecation. He photographed her as her tears
sprung from her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. He photographed her as
she closed her thighs together and squeezed her bottom and tried to
protect herself, only to be bitten more deeply by the birch and forced to
show her private in all its openness again.
When Kate had been well-marked by the birch, John memorializing
her damaged fanny in a series of flashes, she was forcibly fucked. Eunice
brought out a dildo and Melinda, standing behind Kate, made Kate take the
whole thing up her cunt. Then, with it wet from her own juices, Melinda
introduced the dildo anew to Kate, making her take it up her wounded
bottom. John forced himself into KateÕs pussy as she was violated from
behind. Kate had never been double-fucked. She found it almost
unbearable, like two massive flagposts going up her at once. Eunice
snapped photos for JohnÕs collection.
When John had spent himself in Kate, he withdrew and let Melinda
take her down. He went inside with Eunice. Kate followed a little later,
Melinda guiding her across the grass. Melinda tutted over how the dew
made KateÕs feet wet and promised to bathe them for her when they were
inside.
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