I know it was wrong to have sex withhim… call me please. Bye darling.”Rising from the water and stepping onto a large bathmat, I walked to...the shower next to the hot tub.Washing off the chlorine based water and then dryingoff, I walked nude to my bedroom. Sitting down on mybed, I cupped my chin in my hands. I commenced to cryand realized I must bring order to my mind and willedmyself not to shed tears over the loss of my marriageand best friend.Slipping on a skirt and blouse and a. She moaned softly into my mouth. Now she opened more of my dress. I had worn sheer knickers, and I knew that if she looked, she’d be able to see my triangle dark beneath them. Her hands moved down my sides and stroked my skin gently. Her mouth barely left mine. My dress was wide open now, and she stopped kissing me and leant back to look at me. ‘Could we go to bed?’ Her voice seemed hesitant, reluctant to spoil the moment. I stood up and took her hand to lead her into my bedroom. I’d made the. It was two weeks ago, now she became part of the farm’s naked livestock. After the first shy days Ann began to like her nudity, it was freedom on the farm, but it had a prize, she has no human rights her existence has changed forever she became an animal, her name and her civil registration number were strikes of the lists, she was meat as the other naked girls. As hunting prey she has only a hunting number and this number was her milker number too, sometimes she feeling herself more like a. "Don't call my mother, please Mr. Crudele." What's the matter, you don't have a father?" he said with a sneer."My parents are divorced and my father lives south in LA," Sara answered softly."Well there's the problem. If you had a man around to keep you in line you wouldn't be such a deviant. I almost feel bad for you, so I'll tell you what. No phone calls to your mother, the police or the news. Instead you'll be punished properly. Come here Mary."Mrs. Crudele stepped forward."Mary, take the.