That’s about as objective as I can be.Karen then spoke. “Lover, it’s time to take a swim. We will have to strip down to our suits.” She then s...id the two words I was now fearing. “You, first!”I could feel the blush as I stood and pulled my shirt off. I kicked my shoes to one side of the blanket and reached for the button on my shorts. Karen grinned fiendishly and I unbuttoned and unzipped them. I slowly let them drop to the gasps from pretty much every person in the area. The only slight. So were beatings with a sharp cane over her pussy, and so was being exhibited in public. But there were also more devious subtle tortures and humiliations, for which payment was always exacted.She had met him by accident. She had come to him willingly and had been slowly drawn into the snare of such extreme sensual gratification that it went deep into her soul, far beyond mere sex or pain. She had walked down that path, at first revelling in it, her young mind sated with lusts she had not. She didn’t look the type; they didn’t look that type of couple either but the same could also be said for Alistair and Julie. He glanced up at the clock and noticed that it was getting late. She should have come through the gate by now. The throngs of people had now become just a trickle. He started to worry. He stood another fifteen minutes and was about to go and ask someone at the Customer Services desk when he saw this woman come through the gate. She wore a red and yellow Turkish dress. I gazedat my new self, this new body, these limbs and eyes and face and curves.I was transfixed, stunned.I was beautiful.It seemed automatic, a hand on my hip, turning them just so, pullingback my shoulders to show off breasts, cocking my head just so. An oldremembered Hollywood pinup girl pose? Or something that this bodyremembered, like 'Rachel' had said about swimming and dancing? Whatother muscle memories did my new body hide, what other secrets did itkeep from me?Dark hair, some layered.