The soil and mud had stuck to her sweaty body, and welted cuts were apparent on her right shoulder, ass and hip.She looked beautiful.“Move the stool... to the tree girl.” On this occasion I directed my words at Red, who, to be honest looked to be in shock from the scene she had just witnessed. But she did as I asked.“Now help me get her onto the stool and then we must hold the patibulum high to finalise her position …”“Sorry, what?” the friend asked.“The patibulum, the cross bar that is tied to. The girl wore a sleeveless pink top, with her silky smooth hair falling over her shoulders. With her head bent down and eyes glued to her phone, I could see her right foot slightly tapping the floor. All I wished was that we got out on the same floor, and the Lord did grant me this wish.The presentation was received well, though my manager had to make that customary fuss. After listening to his lecture on what we should do and what we should not, all I needed was a cup of hot tea with a pinch. I pushed open the door another inch to make it seem like I was trying to get a clearer view. Her head jolted in the direction of the door, she was so surprised she forgot to cover herself up as she, came over and opened the door. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" She asked the anger in her voice. "I was... I was just trying to observe the body of my beautiful mother." I responded, gesturing towards her 36 c chest. Realization came across her face, as she moved her arm to cover herself. "Uh...um... well, I don't know..." I know you must be frightened, but please don't be my sweet...you have nothing to fear from me."Oh gawd...I feel funny. What is he doing? Shit! He's taking off my wig! In the bar! Uh...Oooh...I feel strange again. What is that feeling? My wig is on the floor...shit! Hey! My hair is still long...I mean this is my own hair! And it's long! Where's that compact mirror...Ok here we go... holy... "Shit! I don't believe it." Would you like to leave now?"I've.