Another featured swimming flippers, snorkel, mask and spearfishing gear. She began confidently, disposing of her own clothes without any sign of embar...assment, and following the photographer's directions comfortably She did not bother to cover up between each sports session. The photographer even complimented her on being easier to work with than most professional models.There were two cricketing shoots. The first was simple. Taking guard, with bat, helmet, cap, pads and shoes. The second. Master has left me in this position to think about what I did wrong. My legs are trembling as I await my punishment. I could hear the cellar door open and shut. Master is returning to me and I am terrified. I know he is very upset with me and I want very badly to make it up to him. I hear his footsteps walking toward me. I peek at him through my open legs and see he is holding something in his hands. I shake my hair away from my eyes to get a better look. Oh no! Master is holding a bullwhip. .. err. He asked them if they wanted ... it was to do onani-wo suru ... ahh ... what’s the word?”“Onani? Oh! Masturbate!” Cynthia exclaimed. “Yeah, it’s that Relief thing that’s supposed to be done first.”“Hai. Doing this in public? With people watching? Who ... why ... what is that for?” Ayame said in confusion.“Damned if I know,” Roger muttered. “Supposed to make the kid ‘more comfortable with his body’ or something idiotic like that.”“How does humiliation comfort someone?” she asked, now. Trish is built like a model with nice sized tits, and long slim legs. Her main problem is she not very sexual, we fuck of course, but she doesn't get into it as much as I would like. Any deviance from the normal is met with a stony stare and a shake of her head. She's never given me a blowjob, or allowed me to lick her either. Of course I would love some pictures of her beautiful body, but she wouldn't even allow me to even photograph her on holiday in a modest swimsuit.After a bit of soul.