Also, when she'd take a shower, or change clothes, we k**swould either be around her room or go into the bathroom; too young toworry about, being just...babies. She didn't make a fuss about thatkind of thing, not yet at least, and I didn't find it to be anythingunusual or special.Yet this was something new and exciting. I didn't know why. It wasjust interesting to look at a naked teenage girl with small, firmbreasts with pointy pink nipples. A girl with hair above her pussywas also interesting. Here he was out in the open jerking himself. Granted we're pretty deep into the woods and by the looks of it, no one ever comes out here. I can tell that he must be getting close because his stroking pattern is quickening and his body is slightly beginning to squirm. I don't know why, but I have to get a closer look. I'm just shocked as to what I'm seeing. Such a personal, private moment and I'm getting an up close look at it. I notice my breathing is becoming heavier and I can feel the wetness. I had somehow worked out that tying my ankles together and then tying the cord round my balls meant that I could stretch my scrotum, the pain was always delicious, so not only did I have to understand being TV, I also had to understand the elementary start of my BDSM life.She just walked out of the room and I thought I was in serious trouble. But a few minutes later, she came back with some tissues and told me not to make a mess on the skirt, she even stroked my leg as she went out. I didn’t. Possibly even the wrong hotel."She looked at him with a coy expression. Sprawled back against the pillows, a sheet pulled up almost to her neck, it was still obvious that she was naked."Please," she said, "call me Ilsa. Ilsa Lund. I always think it vulgar to mention my husband's name at times like these."Freddie sat down at the end of the bed. "Vulgar to mention his name but not to appear naked in another man's bed, Miss Lund?" He was intrigued by the woman, not least because it had been an.