As we drove up to the resort we were awed by the beautiful grounds. The front area was beautiful grass with palm trees and small ponds and flowers eve...ywhere. In the main lobby of the large hotel building, the staff was dressed casually in shorts and matching flowery shirts. The bell staff wore a different color and pattern shirt than the desk staff.After we identified ourselves and I showed my identification, We were pleasantly surprised to find out the resort catered to naturists, clothing. It all started when I went out to buy cigarettes. At the time, we lived near King and Dufferin in Toronto’s Parkdale neighbourhood, and since our apartment was very close to a variety store, I walked there. I was wearing a low cut, semi-sheer, pink stretch cotton top which really showed off my big, dark nipples.After leaving the store I was walking on King Street toward Tyndall when a very handsome young man, carrying what looked like a very expensive camera, came up to me and said, “Excuse me,. The SpellBy EricLarry Gedge was 18 and worked as the general 'Hey, you do this' at theWorthington Estate.His Mom was the cook and had been for 12 years.Mr. J. Wellington Worthington (please don't call him Jimmy. He hated itbecause his mother had always said 'Now Jimmy,' just before punishinghim) was 42 and was the owner. His wife Lindsay was 33 and very social.Both were from very old money.Larry was a plump, short, rather dreamy young man just graduated fromhigh school. His grades were average. It was not that she was afraid of him because she really had no idea who he was except just another stranger that her family owed a debt to. She had been the "payment" on more than one occasion and was now accepting of that depraved role.He circled her as she squatted on the rough burlap mat with her legs under her pretty ass. She was wearing the customary cut-off jeans that seemed almost a uniform for the young females of the bayou and he was certain she had never owned any underwear of any.