He is a simple man dressed in his blue denim jeans with a white t-shirt covered by his dark blue button up he wears for work. As he removes the boots...she cant help but see his strong thick fingers negotiating the knots an the muscles flex in his powerful forearms as he removes them. He stands up straight an stretches his back putting his arms in the air his biceps taught at the sleeves in such a way would lead her to wonder how they don’t tear as he flexes them. He turns his head now an. There were two kinds of 'guests' at the castle: Volunteers and recruits.Volunteers wore red tattoos and often nothing else. Recruits wore black tattoos.Volunteers were members of the alternative lifestyle organizations that hadestablished the castle, but not the same sort of members that Jonathan Clarkwas. The volunteers offered their services to the castle of their own freewill. They could leave the grounds and were trusted members of the group. Recruitswere at the castle to stay. They were. I probably should have told Bill but figured Maggie would tell him soon enough.Armed with a gin and tonic for her and a Mexican beer for me, we set out to explore some of the property while we waited for our bathing suits to be liberated. A couple of hundred yards behind the house was what appeared to be a stable or barn. We wandered around a corner and there on a bale of hay was one of the young girls that I recognized from the office. She was on her hands and knees on the hay, completely nude. "Would you like to get it off?" And in a final act of extreme humiliation, I was told to get onto the table, on my back, backside off the surface, legs held above and over, while I jerked myself. It felt different with a larger audience. The level of embarrassment was much higher. It took some time to cum, and their exhortations did not seem to help with the physical act, but certainly made my mind numb with exhilaration. When I came, it was profuse, mostly on my neck and chest, but some on my.