Kerry greeted them. A Kerry they had not seen before. A Kerry dressed in a pair of knee high boots, a skimpy pair of tight black panties, and a matchi...g quarter cup bra, her nipples exposed. “Come this way.” She led them along a corridor. “My boss wants a few photo’s of you, before the party gets going, I knew you wouldn’t mind.”The photographer was waiting for them, the room lit. He took their photos, separately and together. The boys waited and watched with Kerry. “Chloe’s arse is wonderful,”. “come closer young man” She drifted on the water, the sun reflecting and shining off her wet skin and hair. I stood at the edge of the pool. “Take off your clothes and come for a swim, you must be in need of cleaning off after a morning in the sun working so hard. She back stroked to the other edge of the pool. I pulled off my boots and stripped out of all my sweaty clothes and jumped into the pool. As I came up for air she was climbing out. She stood with water dripping off her naked. It was apparent to me that the situation here at home had become intolerable and that I had to change things. As I put on my thigh length silky robe a plan formed in my young blond head.I went back into the bedroom and my Dad was sprawled out on his back completely naked and completely out. The handcuffs he had used on me were still lying on the floor where he had dropped them. I tiptoed over to the gym bag he had brought in and looked to see what other toys of torture he had chosen to bring. I. “You say that now, do you? You made me wait a long while.” “I explained to you. I was making myself wait.” “Are you going to stay nude for the rest of our holiday?” “Perhaps. We’ll see,” I said flirtatiously. “Maybe I’ll wear little things sometimes. Little things to please you—for you to take off. And little things to please me.” “What sort of little things please you?” I hesitated for a moment. “Do you remember what you said a while ago? About how tight my, er, you know, arsehole was.