Do not worry, our members are very considerate and will not force anything upon you. Finally, Rule three: Leave your modesty in this room. There is no...clothing at all allowed for men and women may only wear panties, no bra. Are these clear?” Chelsea looked at me without expression. She was playing it cool despite being pissed at me for not knowing these rules. “Yes,” we said in unison. “Good, now for one last thing before I allow you to enter,” the woman said, “We have had issues with. " We had a couple classes together, and had started hanging out several nights a week. For the most part we just watched TV together. We were both in long-distance relationships, and we were both horny as hell. One night after the show ended, conversation drifted to our significant others. We complained about how frustrating the whole long-distance thing is. As our talk drifted into more sexual territory, a charge was building between us. We spoke frankly about masturbation, and what we. She held her hand in that position and looked down at my right hand, then up to my eyes and nodded. I raised my right hand and cupped her left breast, then tracing the tattoo over her nipple. She smiled in approval. It was as if I was being introduced to a secrete handshake, but this one was something that was used by all women, a recognition of their bond. I wondered, even on an island resort that supported and encouraged nudity, would we become this comfortable? Was it even possible coming. Is he to be allowed one final orgasm? No. The stool is kicked smartly from under him by his wicked mistress.The women cheer deliriously and buzz at their gaping pussies with vibrators as the man jerks and dances, bound helplessly as the rope bites tighter and tighter about his neck; he snorts furiously as his windpipe is restricted, taking in the heady scent of female arousal, making his cock bolt upright. The fear makes him first piss himself, much to the delight of the women, hot urine.