I want to see her face; detect signs of distress or rapture. Sheen is up, leading a mini exodus. Cucumber Girl is going to be filled very shortly, and that’s a fact. Honey already has Sindee by the hand and is reaching out for mine, telling us she will show us to our room so we can get ready for dinner. If Raven Girl has been warmed up for something it is a sad fact that I am not going to get to witness it. Such incidents are so ten a penny on this tour that no one else sees it as business that most definitely needs finishing. I glance back as I am led away but she is still head down in exactly the same position. I don’t know if she is too sore, too distressed to straighten up, or too much in rapture. I want it to be the latter: her head swimming with the joyous burn; her p***y bulging and
