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But since it's broad I do need to give it a hearty swing so it really makes contact and leaves something behind for you to contemplate. Beth, she'll sting more if she's wet. Wash down her bottom. Don't worry about cleaning her thighs. We can do that later. Just get some water, over there, the fresh water the servant left for the horse to drink, and wet her behind down for me. Okay, Beth said. Walking loosely, with a sensuous gait borne of her rising desires, Beth flounced over to the horse's bucket. The horse had just put his big head down to drink from it. Cautiously she urged his head up and stole the bucket out from under him. She spied a sponge lying in the hay, used to wash him, and she picked it up. As Jill wiggled her bottom, trying to escape, Beth knelt down behind her with the bucket and sponge. She wet the sponge and then laved it across the jutting spheres of Jill's bottom. Jill tried to protest but the gag blocked all sound. Only a few desperate puffs of breath could be heard exhaling in protest from her pug nose.
Beth kissed Jill's bottom when she had wet it. Then, rising, her own heavy breasts swinging beneath her as she lifted up the bucket, she stepped back. Angela sized up the target before her.