Paloma stood at the sink, tap running to get to cooler water. She scratched it away, frantic as hell. Now, it was Lydia who gasped. The other leg dangled over the edge. The sharp sting of the crop against her flank made Trini gasp. Stryker felt a little weird with his bobbing pecker leading the way, harder than a tween seeing his first Sears catalog underwear section. Paloma stood at the sink, tap running to get to cooler water. His hand came away fisted into the waist band of her panties. Her warm, tiny hands went back to work. Lydia held Trini’s cheek against her tummy. It sucked. Stryker winked at Trini. She let her knee lean away and slipped a blood red nail tip through the damp and shiny folds revealed. Lydia didn’t stop that as she turned to Stryker.
