Since it’s a very harsh environment, people leave their c***dren at home. It sounded freaking great. I paid my registration online and arrived late ...n the first day (hauling enough water for yourself for six days is a chore). I got my four person tent set up, complete with studio, and got out to wander about midnight. This was no earthy-crunchy festival, there were neon lights of all kinds for artists and performers to promote themselves. I noticed that almost everyone was nude so I went back. The backstoryWhen I was in delhi I had a lot of girl friends back then I was young, used to have nothing more than kisses and all that soft-core stuff. When we moved back to my town, I didn’t find this towny girls that sexy and was pretty well frustrated. 2 years after I moved to my town my cousin matured, before her maturity we were pretty close I would sleep with her with my legs over her, we used to play a lot as that’s common.After she reached maturity her parents became all of a sudden. His fingers traveled lower to her throat. Strong currents curled under his fingers spiking with unused talent and true power, informing him of her past training and shadows of former glory. "Did you sing?" "Yeah, I sang in school. I was, um..." Her voice broke and shattered. She hitched a breath. "I had a scholarship to the School of the Arts for mezzo soprano." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Um, opera singing, you know?"His fingers traced the ridges of her spine. "What happened?" He stopped. Then you were told to raise your left arm and felt the same soft canvass being strapped to it at wrist, elbow and just under your armpit. This was repeated on your right arm and then a piece of canvass was strapped to your legs individually and again the straps were at crutch level, knee and ankles.Then almost alarmingly you heard the distinctive movement of chains, being moved into place, you felt the slight tug on several points of the back support, before feeling yourself being pushed back.