In retrospect, I can pinpoint this event as the true start of my ‘water sports’ fetish. Thrusting paper towels into my hand, Megan told me to c...lean up and get back to work. “What about my wet shirt,” I enquired in a pathetic voice. “Take it off and dry it on the radiator. Now get out,” she said, pushing me towards the door. Following lunch, a call came through to Karen from the farm manager. I couldn’t hear what he was saying, of course, but by the look on Karen’s face and the. When everyone had finished fucking we were all relaxing in the shallow end of the pool, my mum expressed what I was thinking:“Well, that was fun. From what Maria and Sandra told us about you two, Sue and Len, I didn't expect that you would be into fucking with us. I do hope that you are comfortable with what just happened; I know that all the rest of us are delighted. How do you feel, Sue? Len?”“I've never had so much fun...but I'm worried about what Len thinks. I hope that we haven't damaged. My sense awoke when I heard the bedroom door open, I had half hoped that Mistress and her husband were having a lie in after last nights fun and games, but on the other hand I didn’t want to be left her to rot. The footsteps on the floor were light and sounded as if they moved gracefully over the floor, but each step brought the person closer to me. Slowly and carefully my blindfold was raised and I was shocked at what I saw leaning over me.Stood there naked and in all her glory was a young. I loved the humiliation, naughtiness and dirtiness of being there in my full perv gear, mac staying done up and flat cap on my head even on the warmest days, in the presence of a glamour Goddess in a lovely outfit.Usually the outfit would be one She knew had made me spunk my pants looking at the photos of Her posing in it. Obviously She knew what was likely to happen when I saw Her pose in it for real – that’s why She was wearing it – though at the time I simply could not convince myself that.