"I guess we'd better get this job over with and get Pamela back to town," Bull said. "And everybody make sure you leave this place the way we found it. Sam, police it before we go."

"OK," Sam said lazily, stretching himself in the sunlight, still naked: "No used condoms dropped in the well?"

"No way. I might want to retire here one day."

"Too quiet for me."

"Too quiet for Julie as well. Not unless there's a pusher living in the woods somewhere."

I ignored his sarcasm and fiddled around with my re-loaded camera. Bull picked up a towel, folded it up and laid it down on top of the hitching rail.

"Come over here, Pamela. Stand on the other side. Sam, you get behind her."

The teacher shuffled over to the rail in her sandals, looking apprehensive. Bull reached forward, put his huge hands underneath her armpits and lifted her straight out of her sandals, Sam helping with his hands on her hips. Together, they draped Pamela across the rail like a piece of wet laundry.

Bull glanced over at me to check I was ready, then took a pace closer to the rail: "OK, lady, you know what to do by now."

That was true enough. Whatever Ms Montgomery had been like before at the custom and art of fellatio she'd certainly had plenty of practice today to improve her skills. Now it was time for the final refresher course, with Sam getting in back to show he was still keenly interested in what she had to offer.

END OF PART ONE