?" - and fuck-butt Bridgie... this faa-asst & haar-arrd... ?"the sounds of their daddy's sodomy of mom more vigorous with each mention of his daughte...s' names; he was thinking of them.The girls slipped back across the hall and watched their parents' bedroom from their own, staring at the closed door as though seeing through it: varying noises, randomly urgent and relaxed, only the girls' names and vulgar associations were intelligible, but all as understood as if living it.The nightly news was. Aur raat ka intazaar kerne laga.A**** A**** ker ke raat ke 9 baje to main ne aunty ko bari himat ker ke call kee main boht dara howa tha ! ke kahin apne shohr ko na bata dain ya galian hee na nikalne shro ker dain.laikin aisa hona mere naseeb main nahin tha.Aunty ne pehly try per to nahin uthaya main ne phir himat kee laikin bekaar gaya.khair main himmat nahin harna chahta tha A**** ka naam le ker aik baar phir koshish kee kamyaab to main ho gaya tha aur call bhi aunty ne hee attend kee laikin. Sandals, answered Billy from slightly behind me. I turned and he was standing there naked, as were Sharon and her dad. Billy explained, Here at Camp Curie, slaves are naked. Masters are clothed. It makes it really easy to tell the difference. I followed mom up the path to the main part of camp. Except for the fact that half of the people there were naked, it was much like any other family summer camp. There was a large dinning hall and a big recreation area. The chef and cooks in the kitchen. Last of the girls was Trudi, dressed as an explorer. She was ‘captured’ by Todd and Chris, dressed as native cannibals wearing loin cloths only, and systematically stripped, ‘escaping’ for a while to play hide and seek amongst the crowd while the ‘cannibals’ tried to catch her but were often delayed by female clients wanting a free feel of what their loin cloths were hiding. All to no avail, Trudi ended up strung up to the poles with her feet wide apart. Todd and Chris then left the stage and.