A fetishist oasis on the outskirts of town where perverts like her gathered for their shared lifestyle. It was an older farmhouse and barn that had be...n outfitted for their needs, part of a larger farm that Ed and Cindy owned and worked. The Farm transformed itself into 'The Body Farm' every Halloween to raise money for the club and club members were encouraged to participate.The blonde shivered with excitement.Brandy opened the bedroom door and lying there of the bed was her black latex. 'Disaster porn' they call it." If she keeps the world informed about the plight of the people here, then perhaps we can tolerate her," said a deep voice.The speaker was sat opposite Jennifer. A powerfully built black man with greying temple and twinkling eyes."Oh yes," started Nethercourt, "Let me introduce Mr Touissant. He is our liaison with what passes for the Haitian government." So nice to meet you Miss Hewitt," said Touissant, smiling.Jennifer responded politely again, but shifted. "Take off your shirt and pants!" She commanded in a stern voice. She let a moment pass then repeated herself. "I said take off your shirt and pants! Unless you want me to slap you again!" She added.He looked at her with a confused expression as he unbuttoned his shirt, then pulled it off. Once he had done that he unzipped his pants, then forced them down his legs and off over his feet. Kristen pointed to his shorts."Those too!" She snapped, then she watched as he removed them as well."Since. I had done that as a teen. I wasn't about to do that the rest of my life. So what did I do? I enlisted in the Army. At least there my feet would be on dry land.Stuffing my hands into my pockets I turned and watched the nearest boat begin to pull up it's nets. Yep, big difference that change made for me. In the Army you still struggled. Except there it was to stay alive. And as for the dry land part, well who knew I'd be walking in rice paddies along the Thai and Cambodian border at the end of.