We do this in the summer months.There is a king size bed, with lights on the night stands, a small trash can between the night stands and the bed (for...used condoms), and an old time pretzel dispenser (glass dime store decanter with a lid on it) filled with condoms. There also are 3 hall-trees in the corner. One for the ladies clothes to hang on, one for the active guy, and one for the on-deck guy. Some of the ladies want condoms, and some don't. One things for sure, all the guys respect. The dappled light filtering through the trees, made me look as it flashed with each cool breeze blowing through the growth, and as I looked I caught sight of a man standing in the undergrowth.I saw his head and noted he was wearing one of those T-shirts that was modeled on Army Fatigues, a camouflage that blended well into the background.I was wearing rather large dark sunglasses so I could trace him and bits and pieces, and when I saw his bare legs I assumed he was wearing shorts.He was side. ‘holy shit…’ she breathed, still laughing uncontrollably on the adrenalin rush coursing through her veins. He sat back and smiled a smile that only someone who knows they have total uncontested power over someone can. Quietly, silkily, he whispered, ‘Did you like that?’ To which she nodded vigorously, her normal immature, childish body language returning. She was still laughing and slowly sat up, looking down and drawing back her skirt to reveal panties so soaked the outside of her crotch was. Besides, I knew that it wouldn't have the affect I desired; I'd seen what happened with people who had no self control around him.I was under no illusions about the man she was lightly pressed against. At least not when it came to how he responded to people lacking self control.She had personally witnessed two demonstrations of why it was never a good idea to push him too far. One was a case with an ex-girlfriend. She'd never been dumped and he dropped her like a hot potato when he found out.