When I had finished telling her of my beatings since her days, she began to tell me things which made my penis stiffen between my thighs and I had to ...lean forward on the sofa to conceal it. She told me that twenty five or so years previously, she had had a 'boy' friend who had enjoyed being beaten. More than 'enjoyed' it, he had needed it and they had conducted a ritual when together, of her treating him as a schoolboy and severely beating him, usually on his bare bottom. This had caused him to. Past my knee. Up my thigh. Until I am sure that I can feel the cool air on my bollocks. Then I feel her run her fingertips up my sac between my balls and I nearly explode.She then pulls the sheet away from my cock so that I am completely naked to her gaze. Oh the exquisite pleasure of it. The delicious feeling of something so raw, so wrong, so irreversible.I hear her fumbling around with something. What I hear next is completely unexpected. I hear her taking photographs with her camera phone.. “What the hell are you waiting for? Get your clothes off and get in here.” I still had more work to do so she would understand she was not in total control.“Good morning to you too,” I replied. And then I did as I was told.The shower stall was huge. It had two of the rain shower heads above and several water jets near waist level around the stall. Only one shower head was running and she was directly underneath it. As I leaned in, I felt the water was very hot. I gave her a quick kiss on the. There were signs at the front gate warning the public that an adult themed event was being held there and that people should not enter if they would be offended by activities of this nature. Inside the gate was a second sign announcing that the event was clothing optional.Janet had the girls strip in the van and led them out. Fortunately, the weather was dry and warm because it looked like all of the activities were outdoors. A huge number of the people were naked. The girls were almost.