The following account is I believe an accurate record of the session as Istill remember most details quite vividly, but there were some occasions wher...I believe I may have had moments of blackout or was not fully compos mentisfor short periods.The female involved hadn't long left University after a post graduate courseand had become vaguely aware of the S/M scene at some fetish rubber-wear partiesshe attended to model the outfits. From there she started visiting some BDSMfunctions where she. We had such a great time we often spent the entire weekend locked inside the house we had everything we needed, food, drink and each other’s bodies. After I visited her a couple of times she suggested I might as well go naked all the time I was there, the house was very secluded and none of the neighbours could see inside. It was quite a thrill to be nude in front of her especially as she often wore a tight little red dress with nothing underneath, it was like a play suit for her and I knew she. I saw another woman almost topless. My friend was wearing a skirt but I couldn’t see under it. Two other women were wearing skirts, one of them was the selling lady. On the floor I counted three pairs of panties. DON’T LOOK, just do your jobs, my friend shouted at me. With slightly opened legs I waggled to the kitchen and did my chores there.With a full tray I came back to serve the drinks. Hands were all over me again and when I was bending over to put the first glass on the table a hand. I thought I was sick. Not realizing the widow was open, I made what was probably a confused, grunting noise. Anna sat up in her recliner and called my name, squinting to see into the house. “Charles, uh, Chuck? Are you OK?” I felt so shamed and frightened. “Uh yea, fine, I mean, uh, I'm just watching TV.” My shaky, stuttering response must have alerted her further. She got up and headed for the door while still trying to see inside. Oh crap! After leaning forward to cover myself I noticed all.