The faculty felt that most of you had experienced the Program, you had become familiar with public nudity, and now you would learn about its operation...from the teacher’s point of view.”Cynthia interrupted again. “None of you has ever taught in high schools, I bet. Right?”“No, but...”“Having just been through high school, and then after my high school observations, and talking to some others who’ve observed at those schools for this class, and talking to the teachers who had to run the Program. “I’m sure it isn’t any more than you are. We could go to the house on Camino Bosque and clean up. They should have running water there,” she suggested.“An excellent idea in more than one way. Since we don’t want the CIA to know what identity we have used or where we have been staying, perhaps we should stay at the house on Camino Bosque and wait for the CIA there. We could bring our camping gear down here and take it there also. That way we could use one of the vehicles here to move it, at. When I touch your tiny little butt hole, you squeal and giggle and ask what I'm doing, and that I'm being naughty.I whisper in a hoarse voice, "I don't know....I don't think I can control myself". You reply by moaning and lowering your head which causes your ass to move back, and my soapy finger gently enters you. You place a hand on the bathtub wall to steady yourself, while the other reaches down between your legs.I kneel down to get a view of your sexy fingers playing with the smoothness of. To give a description of it, it would be like, when you go to sit down and someone pulls the chair from right under you. Yeah, not fun. Anyway, Amy, bolted up having a freak storm of her own. "Where are we;" and how did we get here? I can't see, i can't see. Why can't I see? Wait; "Calder," her voice had a tremor of fear, "Are you in here?"I mimicked her fear so she would cosider me a victim to, "Yes?"I could see everything, right down to the worry lines on her face. "I can't see," she orally.