Behind that room is awashroom, so at least I dont have to run to an outhouse, like on somesites. I put my lunch in the fridge and go into the other r...om to setmyself up for the shift, signing into the logbook, and then decide totake a quick patrol before I get too comfortable so I know what I'mdealing with.Patrolling the site takes about ten minutes, and it seems clear, so Iwent back to trailer and write in the logbook, and then turned on thesmall radio. I'm expected to do a patrol once an. My best bud, Jack, lived next door and we had been best buds as long as I could remember. The best part about Jack was that his mom, Jenny, was a model. I mean a real model. Commercials, magazines, newspaper, even bill boards. And she was hot, genuine hot. She did not wear a lot of makeup nor did she ever have any plastic surgery. She had blonde hair down to the middle of her back, well sometimes it was blonde, then white, then black, then red. She had the most blue eyes I had ever seen on a. Like with Michelle, he had laid out several coils of nylon rope to bind his stepsister with as well as a ring gag to replace the ballgag she was currently wearing.After flushing the bidet, Jeff eased his blonde captive up and began to tie her ankles together.Stephanie flinched when she felt the cold prongs on the cattle prod touch her bare ass."It is time for your shower, slave," the metallic voice said, "I am permitting you to wash yourself. I will remove you arm-binder as well as your collar. Her body was deeply tanned. She smiled and nodded at me as she walked past, her pendulous, large breasts oscillating graciously as she walked by. All were middle aged or older adults. Mostly couples lying down on their mats, a few gathered in small groups and talking. All were pretty tan and appeared to be into nudism for quite some time. I looked for an empty spot with some shade, took off my sandals, and walked in that direction. Most people who were not lying down looked at me with some.