Tonight, I’m working. I have on my see-through white t-shirt and my black skirt and red heels. Always have to throw some color on my feet when I wor..., can’t stand being too bland. You are playing pool, all tall, dark and handsome, twisting the chalk on the top of your pool cue. You wear blue jeans and a nerdy t-shirt.You stand back from the table and lean on the cue, eyeing your next shot. Your brain is constantly five steps ahead of the game. I watch you as I wander the hall, handing out the. This was really only my second naked day and doubts filled my mind and body.“I love those long naked legs and that wet pussylips,” said Gert, adding to my discomfort. For a crucial moment, their comments took my mind off the treacherous path ahead. We were still in Big Five country and any lapse in concentration you could become lunch or a statistic. The ‘kwê’ call of the Grey Go-Away-Bird warned me of danger ahead. A female hyena sauntered across our path, stopped, looked at me with a grin and. It was a group of women, about thirty or thirty-five. They were a very diverse bunch, except for the fact that they were all very well-built. Were they grownup feral children? John instantly thought of characters such as Tarzan or Mowgli, except they always had a loincloth or something of the sort on. All of these women, however, were completely and utterly nude. As any sexually inclined heterosexual male would, John felt himself getting an erection. He kept totally quiet, though, careful not. I grab her at her wrists, not sure what she was going to do, but she leans over me forcefully pulling apart at the silver snaps that held my dress together. My feet, as if in stir ups, but really held apart by Kerry's hands. Now that my bra was exposed, Beatrice, busied herself working on the frontal clasp of my bra. When she finally gets it to pop, my large breasts fall free. Beatrice takes no time quickly forcing one of my nipples into her mouth. My other breast is not ignored, she rolls the.