We are talking and taking more time to get ready to leave than the other group members. The others leave fairly quickly leaving us alone. I lean in an... kiss Jess lightly. She pushes against me and kisses me back harder. I run my hand down and grab her ass. We are both wearing movement clothes. I’m wearing a t-shirt and sweat pants. Jess is wearing a t-shirt and a pair of very short black cheerleader style shorts. Her ass is almost hanging out. Jess is short, 5’1” or 5’2” at the most, and she. Megan and Don sat with Bill and me on chairs on the cabin porch while Gloria enjoyed the rapturous attention of Digger and Dozer on the lawn in front of us. The coffee tasted quite good at that hour of the morning."So how was your first night in a naturist resort?" asked Bill, genuinely curious."I slept well," Don replied, and added, "It was the first time sleeping nude for both of us. I found it very comfortable. How about you, hon?"Megan's ears turned a bright shade of pink, but she gamely. One of her feet was shackled to the ground and the other foot was casually kicked until it reached another shackle where it too was fastened. In this position, bent at the waist, breasts hanging below her torso, rump in the air, legs apart, with her most intimate parts open and freely available, she was left hanging.For two hours or more she hung there while a succession of men wandered round the room fingering and assessing the women as the fancy took them, occasionally making notes after. He had a solemn moment and remembered those whom he surmised had not been so fortunate. The moment was short lived however; he had survived and he would carry the spirit of his lost associates with him as he strived to reach civilisation, as he knew it, to tell their story. He took a last longing look at the blue sea which now looked so inviting and stepped toward the interior.His bare feet found it hard going in places as he slipped on exposed tree roots and even the dried vegetation, which.