It was not written with theintent to portray them in any way, but there were a number of coincidentalaspects of the story that turned out to have an u...canny similarity to what theyshare, both as a couple and as a Master and His slave. It was my intent,however, to attempt to describe the depth of their commitment to each other asthey make their mutual journey. I am profoundly renewed by their relationshipand all that it signifies. My gratitude to them both is heartfelt and sincere. I had done. The only thing that bothers me is that today is our last day here; tomorrow, we have to pack up everything and go back to camp." We do? I had completely forgotten about camp ... Ugh ... bathing suits..." said Heather."Separate showers..." reminded Karen."Having to stay 'properly' dressed..." added Ginger. "I itch just thinking about it." I have an idea," piped up Susan.All the girls turned around in surprise. Susan had never yet uttered an opinion."Why don't we go naked when we get back?"Ginger. FUckin' heat!By the time I get to work, the car's radiator is boiling over, my clothes are soaking fuckin' wet and I smell like baked cat!November 9Tried to run some errands after work, wore shorts, and sat on the black leather upholstery in the ol' car. I thought my fuckin' arse was on fire. I lost two layers of flesh, all the hair on the backs of my legs and my fuckin' arse. Now the car smells like burnt hair, fried arse and baked cat!November 10Weather report! It might as well be a fuckin'. " Perhaps this will help to refresh her memory", Dr. Wellhung told her and with that he reached around the chair and batted the other weight off the cushion so both her nipples had to bear the torture of being squeezed and stretched, and her breasts were splayed apart by the width of the chair cushion.Her full breasts were now both fully extended by the weights pulling at her nipples. Even the skin at the base of her breasts was taught in evidence of the stretching. Although Dr. Wellhung.