. I mean, money’s great and all, and I can definitely handle parts of being rich ... but they grew up so ... restricted in some ways, not in others,...and a lot of the time, listening to them, it seems like their parents got things completely reversed. They should have cut them slack on the restrictions and tightened up on other issues.”“I think you’re going to make a hell of a father.”“Yeah ... right.”Harry heard Carol snickering behind him.“Give me a minute, son.”“Sure.”Harry muted the. My mind raced and I headed toward the VCR. I soon had it rolling and there we were drinking that strange wine. I watched fascinated as the previous night was repeated for me. I had my hand in my wet pussy soon and I came over and over as I watched four adults fucking me everyway possible. And me fucking them back enthusiastically.At the end of the tape, my Dad stood alone in the scene as he explained the rules of the tribe. The one I remembered the most was being encouraged to fuck any member. Our totally smooth sex slave didn't know it yet, but he would never grow body hair again.Frank grabbed a towel, and dried our shivering captive, slowly and erotically. We were in no rush at all to let him down. Suspended, spreadeagled, naked, and without a single body hair, his defined body flexing, trying to get comfortable in that position, he was a truly awesome sight! Needless to say, the cameras hidden in his room had been running the entire time. We were going to be getting great footage. I was able to push the boat out again and made sure I had the boat pointed in the right direction before I hopped on and hauled in the sail to capture the wind and move us along. I tacked upwind for over a mile before turning abeam and picking up speed. Carole had been lying topless on the canvas decking. As we picked up speed, one pontoon started to come up out of the water and she got a little excited. I adjusted the rudder to put it back down into the water but soon found that fine line.