I pull it up quickly, feeling the cool air wrap around my body. The shirt goes over my head for just an instant and I can’t see. The privacy of that...one moment gives all of my doubts a chance to come to the surface. What the hell am I doing here? Why am I letting them do this to me? I pull the shirt over my head and throw it into Nathan’s open window. Now I’m standing in the parking lot, naked. My white skin shining in the sun like smooth milk. My naked body exposed for anyone who looks. ”“And my voice makes you feel warm and good and cared for, doesn’t it.”“Yes, Master, your voice makes me feel warm and good and cared for.”“And you want to do everything I tell you.”“Yes, I want to do everything you tell me.”“Now, Sara, listen very carefully. I want you to remember how you felt right after you came. I want you to remember how your head felt. I want you to remember how your tits felt. I want you to remember how your stomach felt. I want you to remember how your cunt felt. I want. When the man had walked out of the room, I was left alone again. I was still shivering from the cold, but I did my best to write down what I was doing in South Africa in a handwriting that would be readable. I only hoped they would accept this answer, because it was the truth and probably not what they were expecting.So I started to write it all down, how I started thinking about coming on a holiday here 2 years ago and how I made arrangements to stay at different hotels in South Africa.In. He was starting to get upset and I felt a little sorry for him. I asked him how he could see through a window that was 2 feet higher than his head and he said that he had a folding chair hidden in the hedge. "Look" I said, "nobody's been hurt or upset, you like to watch my wife, and I like to show her off". As I walked away I whispered, " I think I may decide to fuck her tonight".That night folowed a similar pattern to the previous one. We had a couple of drinks then got down to some groping.