Other men moved to our town for family reasons, leaving the war-torn northern cities of the Isle of Convey to come under my protection. Lastly, some w...ere escaping debt and it was convenient to start over in a wilderness town. Whether the problem was a lord or a loan shark, it was difficult to track a man who disappeared from a city, let alone across a sea. In the end, new ship construction fed our local economy and helped to grow the town.My musing were scattered by a familiar voice. I peeked. I can’t believe how small you really are. Now I better understand, why you was so sore the first time we made love.’ Carmen looked down and said, ‘Let me see…’ I moved my hands and she said, ‘Oh, my…’ I had left a little patch of hair up high and asked as I caress her right above her clitoris, ‘Do you want a bikini stripe? A little bit of hair right around here?’ ‘I don’t know. What do you think?’ Carmen gasped. ‘No. I think it would be better for you to be totally bald the first time. If you. Soon after my husband came outside to tell me about his conversation. That was Wendy on the phone. She told me that you were outside completely naked. I told her that I had insisted that you remain naked for the rest of the weekend. She told me that Les was upstairs with a pair of binoculars staring at you. I invited her and Les to come over here for a few beers and a barbeque. I warned her before she answered that I was naked too, and would be for the rest of the weekend. She asked, Do you. I hate anal sex, but anything would be better than his huge dick in my tender cunt.Robert takes me to the master bathroom where I must contemplate myself on the full length wall mirror. Gone is the trendy girl that arrived here this afternoon. In its place is a shredded fearful slave. I have to look at my ass first, with its ten stripes, now dark purple. Then I see my breasts, striped, with drops of clotted blood on their tips. I cannot see much of my pussy, but I don't need to. I can barely.