What she saw took her breath away. A tall woman with long dark hair was lying on the bed, hands bound to the outer corners of the bed with rope. The r...pe snaked behind her and was wrapped around the back of what appeared to be a collar. She was completely naked except for a chain attached to both nipples. She was completely shaven, body open for all to see.“So, did you two enjoy yourselves?” She asked. The blonde giggled, “Oh yes, that was fun. But this is going to be even better.” she said. Judging from the clumsy brushes his hand, I got the impression that he could not have had much experience at all. I moved upwards, putting one hand over her eyes and made sure she couldn't see - only hear, smell, feel. My mouth touching her ear whispered, "Help him!" She tried to speak but a light kiss prevented that. She understood and took his hand with hers, moved it, guided it and taught it the touches she required. "You're doing well," the words hardly perceptible. The boy understood when. You follows your heart, your feelings. For example, your first kiss with your lover, first long kiss, first touch to your lover's body. I have something I love to do and have fulfilled it since I was a little k**: being naked. I wanted, I tried, and I love in sleeping naked, walking naked, cooking naked, eating naked, sexual inter-coursing naked, being photographed naked.It sounds too easy, but when you realize that being naked seems like a criminal even in private space and it is almost. Looking rather horny. I could barely believe it since Carol looked like a guy, but it was unmistakable. After a minute though, the irrational anger that I was feeling faded, leaving me to feel a bit guilty. James obviously didn't mind, so why should I? The whole thing was rather confusing, so I did what I usually did when faced with that problem. I tried not to think about it. We continued watching the game, though I couldn't help noticing that James and Carol were cuddling up even closer... at.