It was Brett, I was shaking. He walked in without a word. He locked the door behind him and slapped my face. I fell to the ground. He told me to stand...up. He slapped me again. I looked up at him, there was a significant bulge in his pants. He told me to stand up. He raised his hand to slap me again, I cringed but he stopped. He unzipped his pants and his long cock slid out. He didn't have any underwear on. He dropped his pants, he took off his shirt and stood there as I gazed at his curved. When he turned them over on top of the spanking table, he saw that the older one’s buttocks had the stamp of age with a drooping shelf of ass flesh that was still quite pronounced.The older one had the nerve to address him without being invited to by his specific order. He would pay her back for that effrontery posthaste to be sure.“If your worship desires female honey, please use my unworthy body to satisfy your needs, my lord. I ask that you spare my daughter from the shame of carnal pleasure. Who sits between this herb is isolated, the sounds muffled. You can lie and watch the clouds that cover the blue sky sea, as crazy boats. Breathing the fresh and pure air. Smiling at insects flying through your space in search of a flower.To feel really included in this magic environment, you must take off all our masks. Being naked in nature.George was a convinced naturist. He loved to be naked at home, welcoming bare the most intimate friends with whom he shared this joy, watching television. Dolores just sat there staring at me and shaking her head, looking dazed."I thought I'd done it," she said. "I was sure you'd deliver me back to the pen. Why'd you do that? Why'd you back me up?" Because you have rights, Ms. Jorgensen, and those rights were violated by Mr. Daniels. While the state wants you to show that you are ready to rejoin society, the state is also committed to protect your rights. I told you. I'm not your enemy." I begin to see that. Thank you." That's quite all right. Go.