I loved to express myself openly in front of her, as she obviously enjoyed the same with me. It was a new experience, a new awareness for me, somethin... I had suppressed with my other, at home, the ice queen. Here I could just be me. I could do or say anything and not feel guilty or dirty or vulgar or judged. Most of all I loved not being judged! This liberation I enjoyed was such good medicine for my soul, my mind, my heart, my body. I knew I would not be a stranger to these woods, this. "What could this man have in store for me in there?" I felt creepy just thinking about all the little critters and winged vermin in that huge building.You will strip here, outside. I looked around me again and saw no sign of life. Shrugging, I did as ordered, removing my clothing. Leave them in the car, you won't be needing them. I couldn't help but stare at the huge barn as I undressed and placed each item in the back seat. When I was completely naked, I stood, not saying anything, just. Fuck me dead! I would be done for. After what seemed like 20 minutes (which felt like 20 hours to me) I heard the bathroom door open.My mom called out to me to take a bath. I jumped up from my bed, grabbed the towel, and sheepishly made my way to the bathroom like I had achieved something. I locked the door behind me and grabbed the GoPro. Then I scrolled and played the video.I could see mom entering the bathroom. She was wearing salwar kameez but had kept the dupatta in the laundry basket. Iimagine that went over well. Miriam fucking hates me. Her new husband hatesme. They must have loved seeing me in a maid's dress. I imagine that attheBlossom Creek Country Club, they ordered 200 wallet-sized photos." Phil, all of this will pass. You know it will." Not everything, Tim. She has scheduled me for breast implants. That'sforever. Flower got hormones, but she said she wants my dick to keep itserections. So she's going to put a pair of whammers on my chest. She wantsme to get a tattoo.