It looked like a movie backdrop with lush green hillsides and rock outcroppings. The quartet began playing sweetly in the background. Master led me to...the blanket and our little treat. This part of the afternoon was a mixture of love and tenderness. Relaxed, seductive and passionate in contrast to the torture, degradation and humiliation Master was capable of orchestrating. I could have laid here all night long watching this over and over. It was a delicious memory. My nylon clad legs and sexy. This guy wanted to be on top, which worked for me right then, and we had a fine time. All three of us girls were pretty worked up, and I could hear Renée almost crying as she came. Terri's skin got all red when she climaxed, and all six of us were breathing hard and laughing when the last of us completed.There's something about coming together that draws you closer. I'd seen both girls in their most exposed. Renée had a landing strip, and Terri's bush was thin enough she might as well not have. He did not hide out in his dressing room, but circulated freely.He remembered to call everyone by name and insisted that several of thelesser players and crew members call him 'Etta' rather than 'MissHenson'. In contrast to William Adams, he set an example for the othersby his ready willingness to obey Helen's stage directions. Anyquestions he raised were designed for clarification rather thanargumentation.Both Helen and Cecile were more than delighted by how he handled hisunscripted 'offstage'. It would have been okay but Rick had one beer after another until she had to half carry him out of the joint and back to their apartment where she dumped him on the bed.Looking at the clock, she figured she could hit one last house. There was a new one this year and located on an old abandon farm on the outskirts of town. It had the uncreative title of 'The Body Farm' but it promised to be different from the others she'd been to.The house and barn were lit up with red spotlights, giving them an.