I said no. She said good I didn't want to have to wear panties. After she slipped on her sandals she had me put on a pair of cargo shorts without unde...wear and a Golf shirt. I wore my white tennis shoes without Sox. I asked where are we going ? She said let's ride to the Helen and walk around the shops. It's always cooler in North Georgia and Helen is a nice little town styled after small German towns. On the ride up I got up the courage to ask why I must be in chastity. Andrea uncrossed her. ...I could hear a big cheer around me what did i do, before i know it all my clothes had been ripped of and i was naked completely myself, they started lifting me up and bring me to the sofa even then they couldnt stop touching me or trying to push fingers inside my little pussy wich was getting soaking wet from it.They put me on the sofa and two of them opend my leggs holding them, guys came stand behind the sofa with their big bclack african cocks slapping my face, i dont know why but i just. In the end it seems that humans place these things on their bodies less in fear that others may find their bodies unattractive than that others may find their bodies attractive!They put on the shoes to make their legs appear more attractive to others. They put on the other things—clothing is the name that Maggie says—to hide parts that others may find attractive. This is not sensible. I still am not near to understanding humans and their ways.But I am glad that I send the unpleasant female away. They must have because within minutes a woman was standing in front of me. If Morticia Addams and Natasha from the old Bullwinkle cartoon show had a love child I imagine she would look like this. She was tall-ish, maybe five-ten, built like a runway model, small breasts, straight hips and all, with long straight black hair ending somewhere in the middle of her back. Take off ten more pounds, lose the tan and she could have been a well aged skeleton, but as it was, she had ... something, because.