Natasha, the slave, did not even have that much covering over her sexy body. She would not call her dress a toga; it was really a small tunic that bar...ly covered her pussy and ass. Her two naked fleshy orbs with pointed nipples stood proud for all the clients to admire or to lust after. She loved the attention the audience gave her titties and pussy. Her black wig was the only item on her person that covered what it was supposed to hide, her short flaming red hair.Montana made Natasha undress. “As beautiful as you two are physically, it’s nothing compared to the incredible beauty you have within. You just spill joy and goodness over everything in the area.”Turning to his brother he asked, “Mike, should we notify the Environmental Protection Administration, or its British equivalent? I mean ... isn’t that polluting the air or something?”“Whoops!” Anna exclaimed. “I think we need help.” Raising her voice very slightly she called out, “Sir Duke! We need assistance.”In just an instant. Chrissie looked round as I sized her up before spreading her legs. I expected to have to work the dildo in but she was so wet, it slid in with no resistance at all. I heard a slight moan as it glided past her lips.'If it falls out Chrissie then you will get double lashes', the Captain told her.I released my grip on the dildo but it didn't move as her muscles clenched the fake cock impressively. Picking up the whip I took one step back, brought it up to my shoulder and down onto her exposed. Naturally, the boxers were attempting to fall off, and the T-shirt was now all but transparent. I remained poker-faced, but was admiring the view.Jenn joined me in the hot tub, sitting next to me - which was nice. I looked at her, and took a chance. "Jenn, I hope this doesn't embarrass you, but when you stepped out of the pool, I was blessed with quite a view!" "What do you mean?" she asked. "Well, the T-shirt was kind of see-through, and the boxers were slipping down. I thought I'd tell you.