Her ankles are at eye level for most. Her weight is supported by the straps, not the nails. As she hangs there, she can hear the voice of the nun from...her c***dhood, talking about the asphyxia, the dehydration, the muscular cramps, the loss of blood, the shock. She pisses with fear, splashing the Police chief, to the immense amusement of those below.The clothes she was wearing -- and every shred of underwear, clean and dirty, from her luggage -- are auctioned, along with swatches of cloth. While I don't wish to drift too far from the focus of this narrative - the erotic dynamics of exhibitionism and nudity in my everyday home life and the influence of same by and on my mother and my girlfriend, I would like to share at least one peripheral memory with you. I do so because it underscores the fact that the impulses that manifested themselves in my main story were already affecting me at an early age.I've always been thrilled by simply being nude, but I guess there has always been. I could hear the slap of their flesh together and the most amazing string of obscenities from Tracy. Never very vocal in our lovemaking, Tracy surprised me with her vocabulary and volume as she begged, demanded, and commanded my brother to fuck her harder, slower, and faster as their coital acrobatics continued. She screamed and shouted as each orgasm slammed through her body. I saw my wife in a new, sexual light as she screwed Kevin for nearly a half-hour before he groaned his own release.. You look around and recognise an upmarket part of town. “This way he says” pulling you eagerly by the hand. Up in the lift two floors, turn right, half way down the corridor into a comfortable looking apartment.You hardly have time to catch your breath before he is kissing you again, “the bathroom is through there if you want a shower while I mix a drink, when your done the bedroom is through there”.Suddenly you’re in the bathroom taking a leak, stripping off our suit getting in the shower.