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505 IAN THE HOLIDAY Part 9
It was now seven on a lovely golden evening, as soon as they reached the cottage, they stripped off, and all spent an hour or so out on the patio, the evening was stunning and sex was far from our intrepid lovers minds, the men swam, May snored and Wendy read, Jim when they were atop the mountain, had mentioned forgetting the plugs, Ian had laughed about it, saying that perhaps they could go somewhere else where there were less folk in a day or so!
As the sun cooled, they moved indoors, Ian reminded them it had “been his day, and during the evening it was his choice of partner, and his choice of game!” they awaited his decision, He diplomatically explained to both May and Wendy that He felt he could partner them anytime, but as he had never seen her with another woman, so tonight he chose Jim as a mate, and they could all have single sex fun just for a change, as he had been screwed that way now it was his turn!” Jim`s mouth fell open, however he realised that it was Ian`s choice, and that unless he complied, the rest of the holiday fun would…well …evaporate so he smiled and said… “yes master!” which had the rest of them chuckling.
From May`s case appeared the strap on and the two women put on ‘a bit of a show’ with it, for Ian`s camera Wendy ravishing May hard, and over the sofa end very satisfactorily, then during the rest interval (as they christened the time after climax,) The two men reciprocated, Ian in his own words, “allowing Jim to ‘take his arse’ and while at it ‘give him a wank’!” the lad proved most effective at the whole ‘all male scenario’ and May added the final touch by sucking her hubby just at the right moment! Wendy obliging with the camera!
Finally, May, donned the strap on and took Wendy to new heights on the floor, while Ian held her hands to add to the feelings of helplessness, whilst Jim proved his worth with the camera. Tiredly they wandered off to bed after suppertime coffee, each couple no doubt enjoying more gentle lovemaking through the night, though none of them mentioned it next day it being a mutually agreed whatever happens in bed-overnight is secret!
Wednesday, started brightly, a daring swim early, and from a deserted beach, all four walking down to the water from the house…stark naked, it refreshed them all, only one dog walker came past, a man, apparently unruffled at their nudism, calling something in welsh, smiling and nodding good morning as he passed along the smooth sands, his two dogs at heel.
They returned to the cottage to dry themselves and make breakfast between them. It was Jim`s day so as they sat to eat he chose his mother as his partner of the day, and then said “that he wanted to watch and film the two ladies ‘flashing their fannies and plugs, knicker-less,’ but in addition, both were to wear collars all day and they must both pee outdoors for the camera, each in a separate public place of their own choosing!”, Which Ian thought both “hilarious” and “brilliant!” the two ladies were not quite as enamoured!
However Ian, camera in hand took their pictures before leaving, May now dressed in a yellow sun dress, her black collar prominent on her pale neck, and with her mate in a blue skirt with a cream low cut sleeveless top again with her collar, prominent at her throat both collars loose comfortable and prominent. They turned and lifted their skirts to reveal no knickers, and bending, in-between their bare cheeks the carefully inserted butt plugs, each with a cheap jewel, winking in the light, Mays green and Wendy`s in a blue matching her skirt, both ladies wearing sandals and sun glasses and carrying hand bags, like perfectly respectable holiday makers! They set off, ladies in the back, Jim following the map and Ian as driver, over the bridge and off the island out onto the main road to Conway, finally parking in the castle car park and wandering round the ruins, taking pictures as they went , Wendy managed to expose the jewel in her not inconsiderable rump on one of the ramparts, and May not to be upstaged, did a lift of her dress while leaning over a rail amongst a crowd of Japanese tourists watching a large truck struggling past parked cars far below! From then on it became a competition between them, ever more riskay shots, May while sprawled on one of the lawns, and Wendy`s full fanny shot as she descended one of the stairs from a tower had them all smiling! They moved on, on foot now, May, managing to display her plug while the unknowing traffic warden was pointing out the way back to the car. Then eating ice creams on the waterfront, sat on a seat, Wendy managed to do another full fanny upskirt job for Jim and the camera, ice cream in hand, that also caught the eye of an old lad tending his boat on the small beach six feet below them. The ices finished, Wendy nudged her mate and to the amazement of the old boy they walked to the promenade edge and gave him a twin skirt flash of fanny, before turning and vanishing under the city wall arch, in search of coffee and food.
By now the girls were getting the taste for the sport, the café waiter clocking the collars, and having stammered his way through the order taking the money and fetching the change without once letting his eyes leave the two women`s throats, delivered their order to their table with a shaking hand. Wendy puckered up and blew him a kiss and he retreated behind his counter, red of face and muttering something in welsh…no doubt about English women… he ‘being chapel!’
The meal over, they strolled back to the car, wandering along with no definite plans they pulled off and found themselves at a beach off the A55, the sand warm and small family groups dotted about, May by now needed to pee and she managed to do so for the camera whilst standing holding up her dress to waiste height, leant on the low wall between car park and sands hidden from the bathers, but not the two drivers of taxi`s sat chatting while waiting fares who not only appreciated the show, they applauded! Laughing and waving our group drove on Wendy knowing it was her turn next, she boldly chose Beaumaris seafront, walking a distance from the car, to squat in the midst of a neatly cut lawn in full view, holding up her dress from the stream, to the horror of a passing elderly couple, and the joy of two young men with a football! The drove back for another pub meal arriving home in time for another swim this time in suits, there being c***dren still on the beach. They all agreed it had been a fun day, collapsing, naked with wine to hand, on the loungers for a doze, in the sun, all but the younger Jim, who binoculars in hand was surveying the shipping and birds and the few lady swimmers, out on the calm sea.
As the shadows lengthened, they went indoors, a little television, then check the days filming , with it must be said much mirth and comment, then gentle group sex saw the day finish on a high note, before paired off they wandered to their beds, another day over.
Thursday, a breezy start kept the numbers on the beach to a minimum, they breakfasted at the table in the kitchen so`s not to get dust in the food, it was Wendy`s day to lead but before she picked she said, “tomorrow is our last day, and we must pack to go on Saturday Morning, it has been marvellous being free like this, and enjoying you all, a few weeks past I would not have ever dreamed of the games we have played, or the fun we have had…”
“Anyway I want to enjoy Friday night by being bound and misused by all three of you and I want to go home on Saturday with my skin well marked, and stinging from that whip, so when I go to work on Monday, with every movement I will be reminded of this wonderful week, is that very self-centred of me?” grins and shaken heads said it wasn’t, she went on, “I haven’t taken off my collar yet, it’s a symbol to the world I am yours and today I want to see the great Ormes head, I went there as a c***d, I rode up on a tram, ate up there, so today I want us to be visitors, and perhaps flash ourselves around a bit on Llandudno pier but no real sex till we are home here again when, after tea, when I want waxing. I am not choosing a partner, as I love you all, and I want you all to take a hand in filming me tonight and Friday night ok, again nods all round, and dressed just as they were yesterday they were soon on the way to Llandudno.
The day passed in a whirl, they rode on the steep tramway, changing trams halfway as everyone has too, from the lofty heights, they could just see the tiny headland where ‘their’ cottage nestled in its hideaway all that way away. They played crazy golf, though the wind on the tops was like a gusty tornado, Mays lightweight dress blowing up to expose her more than once… which made the golf very popular very suddenly with a number of teenage lads and married men! They ate in the restaurant, both women conscious of the collars causing a bit of elbowing and whispered comments, just as they had on the tram, and the golf. Then, the wind having eased, they rode down on the cable cars, both women`s skirts rolled back so that the air could get to the naked lower regions, (and so, no doubt they could be seen by anyone who cared to look) then out onto the pier, sitting in the sun with beer`s watching the gulls and passers-by who mostly did double takes at the collars, and the exposed bits, both selectively sitting knees akimbo for just the odd starved looking males, one or two of the men staring, or even sitting opposite, leering at the women with glances of envy at the two men!
Arm in arm they wandered back to the main street, shopping for souvenirs, and essentials like milk and fresh bread Wine, cream bun`s and chocolate! Then collecting the car from its parking place, then set off homeward. May driving, Jim sat next to her with his hand up under her rolled back skirt, and the other two welded together on the back seat.
Arriving back, they were soon naked, Wendy donning the full set of cuffs, knowing what she had requested, they prepared salads and the evening being warm they lay out on the loungers nibbling the food and sipping the wine in the warm evening sunlight, to most holiday makers the end of a perfect day.
Ian laughing, smeared cream from his overfilled bun onto Mays nipples and they were soon were off again sucking and nibbling as only oversexed folk on a carefree holidays can!
Indoors it was Wendy herself who lit the candles, six, two red two green and two black, those being the long-tapered ones, a wide cream coloured church type one and a few nightlights just to light the room, the curtains being firmly closed!
Ian, the ever-practical Ian, had rolled up the rugs, saying, “wax was a sod to remove and the slate slab-floor would be easier to remove any drips from!” the logic was good but slate slabs struck cold under bare feet his wife reminded him!
Jim suggested as he was securing his mother flat on her back on the oval coffee table, “that the cooled wax would act like a mould, if they could get the casts home safely, and with some plaster, a good likeness of say a nipple could be produced, as permanent reminder`s, of this wonderful holiday!” All but Wendy felt this a brilliant idea, but by now she was secured so the objection on the grounds it would take a lot of wax, and she was only expecting a few drips…was quickly overruled! The camera was set on its tripod, Ian chose red, May green and Jim black, Ian saying, “Ladies first” and allowing May first drips, as he said, “She of all people would know best the effect that the droplets would have!”
Surprisingly, she began on the right nipple, erect now it received drip after drip of the hot liquid, each drip received with a twitch and a grunt or squeak till the stubby stiff nipple and the areola turned green with a thin layer of cooling wax. Ian at Mays suggestion layering his own nearest nipple in an exact red copy, both leaving the wax to cool for some seconds while Jim having left his own candles on the mantle-shelf played with his mother`s erect clitorise, to distract her, which it did most effectively! Second and then third layers of red and green wax were applied, the first layer shielding the each nipple from the harsh burning heat of the wax that the first layer had produced, as did consecutive layers, till a stiff warm coat had been produced, and left to cool. Not so our Wendy who with the combination of her sons finger-work, and the wax was fast approaching her climax. It was made stronger by the fact her legs were open and the cool air on her exposed and damp sex, making her feel vulnerable to say the least, especially knowing that they still had lit candles and aspirations in respect of her main sexual area. It she knew would only be a matter of time…
They made her wait, sipping drinks, which were not offered to their victim, the three sat like Macbeths tree witches, allowing those blobs that had once been nipples, to cool and harden.
Once the shell had done so, eager fingers pried loose the casting and inspected the imprint, deeming it a success, they prized the second free making comments about the detail available and how it would be c***d`s-play to cast a model from it. They turned their attentions to the last casting, Wendy shrinking from their attentions as only a secured, naked woman can from the attentions of three ghouls! To her surprise, a cord was attached to her collar restricting her ability to raise her head and see what was occurring. A razor was made to appear, spray soap applied, and her luxurious bush removed stroke by scratchy sc**** into a washing up bowl of warm water. The long slow process continuing until her pubic area felt unexpectedly cool, and very naked. It was short lived as the first of the long dreaded black candlewax dripped onto her now naked mons, she jumped, like someone stung… and cried out as it splashed on her tender skin giving a feeling like a bite from a giant gnat. Second then third drops hit home, a candle in either hand now, the lad kept up a near continuous bombardment of his mothers sexual area, her body raised at the hips straining and the room echoing with a long continuous moan of discomfort and mild pain.
She felt Mays hands pulling at the skin of her pelvis, to open her labia without obstructing the lads aim or view, sheer terror gripping her as that rain of hot waxy drips crept nearer and nearer to her softest tenderest areas, labia, hood and finally the clitorise itself, her arched body writhing in its bonds despite both Ian and May attempting to keep it positioned so the lad could get an even covering of the sexual area. Finally, it was done, a thin black crust of wax covering all but the still open tunnel of love. May still holding it open while the fragile crust cooled,
As with the nipples a second and third coat followed Ian adding his red offering and as soon as enough rigidity was in the casting, May too adding her waxy offering layer on layer, building till a good solid thickness to encase the area in a warm multi coloured layer, before all three retiring to the sofa.
May passing away the cooling period by splashing her friends nipples once again with the cream church candle and making a small cast of her naval, both of which had the luckless body rising and crying out again, while bringing sadistic smiles to the both men`s faces, a fact noted silently by May.
After some time, careful gentle hands prized loose the castings, Wendy was released and, in the candle -lit, room they sat and drank, in a spirit of camaraderie. Tomorrow they would be packing for home, if the weather stayed as it should, a last swim, a last sunbathe and for Wendy the last adventure, though she hoped May might join her if she wasn`t too busy wielding that whip!
It was now seven on a lovely golden evening, as soon as they reached the cottage, they stripped off, and all spent an hour or so out on the patio, the evening was stunning and sex was far from our intrepid lovers minds, the men swam, May snored and Wendy read, Jim when they were atop the mountain, had mentioned forgetting the plugs, Ian had laughed about it, saying that perhaps they could go somewhere else where there were less folk in a day or so!
As the sun cooled, they moved indoors, Ian reminded them it had “been his day, and during the evening it was his choice of partner, and his choice of game!” they awaited his decision, He diplomatically explained to both May and Wendy that He felt he could partner them anytime, but as he had never seen her with another woman, so tonight he chose Jim as a mate, and they could all have single sex fun just for a change, as he had been screwed that way now it was his turn!” Jim`s mouth fell open, however he realised that it was Ian`s choice, and that unless he complied, the rest of the holiday fun would…well …evaporate so he smiled and said… “yes master!” which had the rest of them chuckling.
From May`s case appeared the strap on and the two women put on ‘a bit of a show’ with it, for Ian`s camera Wendy ravishing May hard, and over the sofa end very satisfactorily, then during the rest interval (as they christened the time after climax,) The two men reciprocated, Ian in his own words, “allowing Jim to ‘take his arse’ and while at it ‘give him a wank’!” the lad proved most effective at the whole ‘all male scenario’ and May added the final touch by sucking her hubby just at the right moment! Wendy obliging with the camera!
Finally, May, donned the strap on and took Wendy to new heights on the floor, while Ian held her hands to add to the feelings of helplessness, whilst Jim proved his worth with the camera. Tiredly they wandered off to bed after suppertime coffee, each couple no doubt enjoying more gentle lovemaking through the night, though none of them mentioned it next day it being a mutually agreed whatever happens in bed-overnight is secret!
Wednesday, started brightly, a daring swim early, and from a deserted beach, all four walking down to the water from the house…stark naked, it refreshed them all, only one dog walker came past, a man, apparently unruffled at their nudism, calling something in welsh, smiling and nodding good morning as he passed along the smooth sands, his two dogs at heel.
They returned to the cottage to dry themselves and make breakfast between them. It was Jim`s day so as they sat to eat he chose his mother as his partner of the day, and then said “that he wanted to watch and film the two ladies ‘flashing their fannies and plugs, knicker-less,’ but in addition, both were to wear collars all day and they must both pee outdoors for the camera, each in a separate public place of their own choosing!”, Which Ian thought both “hilarious” and “brilliant!” the two ladies were not quite as enamoured!
However Ian, camera in hand took their pictures before leaving, May now dressed in a yellow sun dress, her black collar prominent on her pale neck, and with her mate in a blue skirt with a cream low cut sleeveless top again with her collar, prominent at her throat both collars loose comfortable and prominent. They turned and lifted their skirts to reveal no knickers, and bending, in-between their bare cheeks the carefully inserted butt plugs, each with a cheap jewel, winking in the light, Mays green and Wendy`s in a blue matching her skirt, both ladies wearing sandals and sun glasses and carrying hand bags, like perfectly respectable holiday makers! They set off, ladies in the back, Jim following the map and Ian as driver, over the bridge and off the island out onto the main road to Conway, finally parking in the castle car park and wandering round the ruins, taking pictures as they went , Wendy managed to expose the jewel in her not inconsiderable rump on one of the ramparts, and May not to be upstaged, did a lift of her dress while leaning over a rail amongst a crowd of Japanese tourists watching a large truck struggling past parked cars far below! From then on it became a competition between them, ever more riskay shots, May while sprawled on one of the lawns, and Wendy`s full fanny shot as she descended one of the stairs from a tower had them all smiling! They moved on, on foot now, May, managing to display her plug while the unknowing traffic warden was pointing out the way back to the car. Then eating ice creams on the waterfront, sat on a seat, Wendy managed to do another full fanny upskirt job for Jim and the camera, ice cream in hand, that also caught the eye of an old lad tending his boat on the small beach six feet below them. The ices finished, Wendy nudged her mate and to the amazement of the old boy they walked to the promenade edge and gave him a twin skirt flash of fanny, before turning and vanishing under the city wall arch, in search of coffee and food.
By now the girls were getting the taste for the sport, the café waiter clocking the collars, and having stammered his way through the order taking the money and fetching the change without once letting his eyes leave the two women`s throats, delivered their order to their table with a shaking hand. Wendy puckered up and blew him a kiss and he retreated behind his counter, red of face and muttering something in welsh…no doubt about English women… he ‘being chapel!’
The meal over, they strolled back to the car, wandering along with no definite plans they pulled off and found themselves at a beach off the A55, the sand warm and small family groups dotted about, May by now needed to pee and she managed to do so for the camera whilst standing holding up her dress to waiste height, leant on the low wall between car park and sands hidden from the bathers, but not the two drivers of taxi`s sat chatting while waiting fares who not only appreciated the show, they applauded! Laughing and waving our group drove on Wendy knowing it was her turn next, she boldly chose Beaumaris seafront, walking a distance from the car, to squat in the midst of a neatly cut lawn in full view, holding up her dress from the stream, to the horror of a passing elderly couple, and the joy of two young men with a football! The drove back for another pub meal arriving home in time for another swim this time in suits, there being c***dren still on the beach. They all agreed it had been a fun day, collapsing, naked with wine to hand, on the loungers for a doze, in the sun, all but the younger Jim, who binoculars in hand was surveying the shipping and birds and the few lady swimmers, out on the calm sea.
As the shadows lengthened, they went indoors, a little television, then check the days filming , with it must be said much mirth and comment, then gentle group sex saw the day finish on a high note, before paired off they wandered to their beds, another day over.
Thursday, a breezy start kept the numbers on the beach to a minimum, they breakfasted at the table in the kitchen so`s not to get dust in the food, it was Wendy`s day to lead but before she picked she said, “tomorrow is our last day, and we must pack to go on Saturday Morning, it has been marvellous being free like this, and enjoying you all, a few weeks past I would not have ever dreamed of the games we have played, or the fun we have had…”
“Anyway I want to enjoy Friday night by being bound and misused by all three of you and I want to go home on Saturday with my skin well marked, and stinging from that whip, so when I go to work on Monday, with every movement I will be reminded of this wonderful week, is that very self-centred of me?” grins and shaken heads said it wasn’t, she went on, “I haven’t taken off my collar yet, it’s a symbol to the world I am yours and today I want to see the great Ormes head, I went there as a c***d, I rode up on a tram, ate up there, so today I want us to be visitors, and perhaps flash ourselves around a bit on Llandudno pier but no real sex till we are home here again when, after tea, when I want waxing. I am not choosing a partner, as I love you all, and I want you all to take a hand in filming me tonight and Friday night ok, again nods all round, and dressed just as they were yesterday they were soon on the way to Llandudno.
The day passed in a whirl, they rode on the steep tramway, changing trams halfway as everyone has too, from the lofty heights, they could just see the tiny headland where ‘their’ cottage nestled in its hideaway all that way away. They played crazy golf, though the wind on the tops was like a gusty tornado, Mays lightweight dress blowing up to expose her more than once… which made the golf very popular very suddenly with a number of teenage lads and married men! They ate in the restaurant, both women conscious of the collars causing a bit of elbowing and whispered comments, just as they had on the tram, and the golf. Then, the wind having eased, they rode down on the cable cars, both women`s skirts rolled back so that the air could get to the naked lower regions, (and so, no doubt they could be seen by anyone who cared to look) then out onto the pier, sitting in the sun with beer`s watching the gulls and passers-by who mostly did double takes at the collars, and the exposed bits, both selectively sitting knees akimbo for just the odd starved looking males, one or two of the men staring, or even sitting opposite, leering at the women with glances of envy at the two men!
Arm in arm they wandered back to the main street, shopping for souvenirs, and essentials like milk and fresh bread Wine, cream bun`s and chocolate! Then collecting the car from its parking place, then set off homeward. May driving, Jim sat next to her with his hand up under her rolled back skirt, and the other two welded together on the back seat.
Arriving back, they were soon naked, Wendy donning the full set of cuffs, knowing what she had requested, they prepared salads and the evening being warm they lay out on the loungers nibbling the food and sipping the wine in the warm evening sunlight, to most holiday makers the end of a perfect day.
Ian laughing, smeared cream from his overfilled bun onto Mays nipples and they were soon were off again sucking and nibbling as only oversexed folk on a carefree holidays can!
Indoors it was Wendy herself who lit the candles, six, two red two green and two black, those being the long-tapered ones, a wide cream coloured church type one and a few nightlights just to light the room, the curtains being firmly closed!
Ian, the ever-practical Ian, had rolled up the rugs, saying, “wax was a sod to remove and the slate slab-floor would be easier to remove any drips from!” the logic was good but slate slabs struck cold under bare feet his wife reminded him!
Jim suggested as he was securing his mother flat on her back on the oval coffee table, “that the cooled wax would act like a mould, if they could get the casts home safely, and with some plaster, a good likeness of say a nipple could be produced, as permanent reminder`s, of this wonderful holiday!” All but Wendy felt this a brilliant idea, but by now she was secured so the objection on the grounds it would take a lot of wax, and she was only expecting a few drips…was quickly overruled! The camera was set on its tripod, Ian chose red, May green and Jim black, Ian saying, “Ladies first” and allowing May first drips, as he said, “She of all people would know best the effect that the droplets would have!”
Surprisingly, she began on the right nipple, erect now it received drip after drip of the hot liquid, each drip received with a twitch and a grunt or squeak till the stubby stiff nipple and the areola turned green with a thin layer of cooling wax. Ian at Mays suggestion layering his own nearest nipple in an exact red copy, both leaving the wax to cool for some seconds while Jim having left his own candles on the mantle-shelf played with his mother`s erect clitorise, to distract her, which it did most effectively! Second and then third layers of red and green wax were applied, the first layer shielding the each nipple from the harsh burning heat of the wax that the first layer had produced, as did consecutive layers, till a stiff warm coat had been produced, and left to cool. Not so our Wendy who with the combination of her sons finger-work, and the wax was fast approaching her climax. It was made stronger by the fact her legs were open and the cool air on her exposed and damp sex, making her feel vulnerable to say the least, especially knowing that they still had lit candles and aspirations in respect of her main sexual area. It she knew would only be a matter of time…
They made her wait, sipping drinks, which were not offered to their victim, the three sat like Macbeths tree witches, allowing those blobs that had once been nipples, to cool and harden.
Once the shell had done so, eager fingers pried loose the casting and inspected the imprint, deeming it a success, they prized the second free making comments about the detail available and how it would be c***d`s-play to cast a model from it. They turned their attentions to the last casting, Wendy shrinking from their attentions as only a secured, naked woman can from the attentions of three ghouls! To her surprise, a cord was attached to her collar restricting her ability to raise her head and see what was occurring. A razor was made to appear, spray soap applied, and her luxurious bush removed stroke by scratchy sc**** into a washing up bowl of warm water. The long slow process continuing until her pubic area felt unexpectedly cool, and very naked. It was short lived as the first of the long dreaded black candlewax dripped onto her now naked mons, she jumped, like someone stung… and cried out as it splashed on her tender skin giving a feeling like a bite from a giant gnat. Second then third drops hit home, a candle in either hand now, the lad kept up a near continuous bombardment of his mothers sexual area, her body raised at the hips straining and the room echoing with a long continuous moan of discomfort and mild pain.
She felt Mays hands pulling at the skin of her pelvis, to open her labia without obstructing the lads aim or view, sheer terror gripping her as that rain of hot waxy drips crept nearer and nearer to her softest tenderest areas, labia, hood and finally the clitorise itself, her arched body writhing in its bonds despite both Ian and May attempting to keep it positioned so the lad could get an even covering of the sexual area. Finally, it was done, a thin black crust of wax covering all but the still open tunnel of love. May still holding it open while the fragile crust cooled,
As with the nipples a second and third coat followed Ian adding his red offering and as soon as enough rigidity was in the casting, May too adding her waxy offering layer on layer, building till a good solid thickness to encase the area in a warm multi coloured layer, before all three retiring to the sofa.
May passing away the cooling period by splashing her friends nipples once again with the cream church candle and making a small cast of her naval, both of which had the luckless body rising and crying out again, while bringing sadistic smiles to the both men`s faces, a fact noted silently by May.
After some time, careful gentle hands prized loose the castings, Wendy was released and, in the candle -lit, room they sat and drank, in a spirit of camaraderie. Tomorrow they would be packing for home, if the weather stayed as it should, a last swim, a last sunbathe and for Wendy the last adventure, though she hoped May might join her if she wasn`t too busy wielding that whip!
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