I love to feel the wind on my naked breasts. Today I was drenched by the sunshine and fresh air. As I reach down to lift my right breast towards the s...n so the wind can swirl underneath, I become aware of the car to my left. I glance over and to my surprise I know the face looking back at me! One of the men from the construction crew is waving at me. I pucker my lips to acknowledge him and keep on driving. This is my fun time. I do not let my breast fall but keep it in my hand. I do however. The ladies generally took the hint, to order, or to move along.After a week, any pretence of modesty was totally irrelevant. From then on, until it was time to return home, my duties in the "coffee lounge", were undertaken entirely in the nude. Joan got wind of the new arrangements, and while I am sure she was not entirely impressed, she took the view that I endorsed and enjoyed the new scenario, and there being no losers, she had no reason to intervene. The clientele had changed dramatically.. Mich ihr unterwerfen. Mich ihr unterordnen. Sie meine Herrin nennen. Ihr Sklave sein. Ich fühlte mich erbärmlich und nutzlos. Ich hatte die Erregung meines Lebens. Allein die Tatsache, dass es mir offenbar gefällt von Simone gedemütigt und gefoltert zu werden warf mich in ein Loch der Verzweiflung, aus dem ich nicht hinaus konnte. Wieder ein Stromschlag. Wieder Schreie. Wieder Zittern. Doch an diesem Punkt, nach gefühlten fünf Stromschlägen, gab ich auf. Ich wartete auf meine Erziehung. Ich. ”“Oh! Mick, I never told Sarah about that night. Ok! Sit!” and Sarah sat!“OK Keri, let’s see it.”After all of the excitement, Keri opened the box very slowly and carefully. It was maddening. She slowly peeled off the last bit of tape and opened up the wrapping paper. She then slowly opened the enclosed container. There was a small bottle of a liquid but all of the writing was in Japanese so it was a mystery. There was also a letter. Keri opened it and read it out loud.“Hi Keri and Mick, I hope.