It took me three gulps to take it down.I thought he was done with me; but I was wrong. I knew it when I noticed his huge black cock growing up again�...He grabbed my hair and got me on my feet. He then dragged me to the sink and made me put my hands on it, bending over a bit. I lifted my dress by myself, showing him my tiny black thong.He pulled it aside and grabbed firmly my hips.I braced myself, knowing this thick serpent was going to hurt.Then I felt it; his hard tremendous dark rod entered me,. And she did. It was a way down, and binoculars helped for close shots. Knowing I like to watch her to walk naked, she would stroll along the water for me. Sometimes a guy would walk along with her for a bit, and she'd turn around and face me while she talked. No one was ever rude or followed her. Sometimes she would wear just a T-shirt and shorts down, other time just a T-shirt, but she never failed to please. Then, there was that occasional guy with balls who would set his towel down about. ..but which one.I felt him get off the bed and waited, listening for any sound that would tell me what he was up to. His hands closed around my left ankle and I felt a leather strap go around it. I heard click of a clasp and I knew what he had in mind. He spread my legs apart and put another leather strap on my right ankle. He positioned them the way he wanted them and I heard a clasp click again as he fastened my leg to the other end of my three foot spreader bar. My legs were wide open for. And I really liked it. So when I come back home I decided I’d go starkers as much as I could. Some of my mates and some of my family don’t like it much. But I’m not a loony naturist. I’ll put clothes on if people are going to be upset. But I just don’t wear a thread most of the time.’ ‘And that’s why you’re working here?’ Charlotte prompted. ‘Exactly,’ Becky confirmed. ‘There aren’t that many office jobs you can do in the buff, are there?’ Becky’s attitudes to life seemed reassuringly.