She didn’t quite buy his assertion that the atmosphere was about as close to the Garden of Eden as existed on earth. It was true that the sense of s...n associated with nudity was eliminated very quickly among the students. It was also true that he enjoyed looking at the young women.She entered the dining room and immediately spotted a lone red robed Druid seated at one of the corner tables. She walked over to his table and took a seat next to him while placing the stack of papers on the chair. This, of course, is exactly what happened. Shannon’s hands moved up my thighs, found my half-erect penis and massaged it. I closed my eyes, let out a sigh allowing myself to enjoy it. ‘I miss you.’ She said my full name. I opened my eye, looking guiltily at Danielle. She kissed me full and lovingly. ‘It’s ok.’ Danielle reached over and opened my belt under the table to give Shannon access to what she craved. That was the permission Shannon needed. Her hand hungrily slithered in my. Have to flatulate and hope nobody detects the foul result? Guess again. All the secret exchanges, all those covert gestures, that happen everyday in the public domain, are open to inspection. There’s a superhero capturing it for posterity. The Observer is on the scene. Most of his acquaintances would agree he was born with this power, though positions and responsibilities he has had during his lifetime enhanced it to the point where, in a moment of self examination, he realized there was a job. Of course the same safe practices that we followed at the basement were going to be followed during the contracts. BDSM, mild, without pain or breaking of skin in any way shape or form. I used BDSM (mild) at the basement because for my sexual satisfaction being tied gave me an additional sense of sexual expectations that made my sex more pleasurable. Not knowing who was doing me nor when my pleasure would start, nor the understanding that I am committed without the possibility of escaping, gave.