The door opened and closed. Craig heard light footsteps behind him. His ass clenched in time with the small spasms shaking his cock. Someone grabbed h...s right wrist and lifted it, fastening it into a padded loop over his head, then did the same with his left wrist. He bit back a protest at the last minute, since "Shut up" seemed to have no wiggle room. A sliding sound resulted in a puff of air at his face, and his head was pushed forward, neck rubbing against an unseen boundary. Clicking sounds. Everybody has them, or will have them at some point in their lives. And don't worry about the size of your package or your boobs. We're all adults here, and we know that these things don't matter. I've seen a lot of hard cocks, and I've never seen a hard cock that wasn't beautiful, no matter how large or small it was. Same for tits. It's all good." She handed the microphone back to Steve."Remember, there's nothing wrong with being aroused. That's a natural consequence of nudity. We're not going. I got to see all of their scars first hand along with any piercings, tattoos, and birthmarks. I saw burns from them being caught in fires, I saw cut marks on their wrists from a failed suicide attempt, and I saw teeth marks in their legs from pit bulls. I figure that probably less than half of the older women were actually proud of their bodies compared to practically all of the younger women being proud of theirs. Of course it is much easier to be young and attractive and a much different. We chatted to our guests and were soon deep in separate conversations with different people, but out of the corner of my eye I saw Steve get up and head to the toilets, after an appropriate length of time I excused myself from the person talking to me and went after him.I pushed open the gent’s toilet door and saw Steve standing at the toilet, he was grumbling to himself. I quietly closed the door and stepped behind him.“Hi babe,” I said.Steve was startled but turned to me, it was at this point.