Come on strip, cutie. I need a hot pic for the client."Barb couldn't believe she was doing this, but started removing her clothes with images of manag...ng directors and newspaper stories flooding her mind. Soon she was standing in her office completely nude with Marcy getting ready to take a picture."Okay, now smile like you're enjoying it. Come on now, you're just wasting time. Look like this is what you want to do."Barb somehow was able to smile and stand there while Marcy took her picture.. ." That got me another lip-lock. After that, though, she broke out. "Go back to your game, you animal!" she exclaimed, clearly trying to pretend that my advances were unwelcome. I glanced around; nobody was buying -- including Mama French, who was somewhat scandalized. Aunt Betty was grinning from ear to ear.I looked penitent. "Don't I even get a refill?" Trina glanced down at the glass she was holding and took off like a shot, her oversize ass swaying. I had to hand it to her -- she managed to. The tent zipper separated, and Cindy stepped out in a modest yellow bikini showing clearly through an almost transparent white cover-up that came to just under her ass. She walked over to the campfire and did a slow turn under the lantern so we could see the outfit all around.We applauded and cheered. Cindy returned to the tent, poked her head out, and said, “Next, with another Tar-jay bikini, our very own Karen.”Cindy disappeared, then Karen wiggled out of the tent in a tiny white bikini so. I mean, I know the basics of the idea in general. I just never had an interest, so I don’t have much idea what it involves, beyond sticking a collar and leash on someone, or something like that.” Ellen nodded, it wasn’t that hard to believe. “It’s a bit more obscure than something like straight dom/sub or bondage, but still more than common enough that we supply it. I will also tell you, right out the gate, that the shop never goes for the whole humiliation angle, which is sometimes a part of.