Still frustrated from her previous night’s date, she considered getting herself off under the gentle spray, but decided to hold that idea for later.... She dried off, and returned to her room. *** Willow reclined on the lounge chair next to her apartment complex’s swimming pool wearing a new pink bikini with tie strings for the top and bottom. She was well aware how well it showed off every curve of her body. Her mind wandered, as it often did, to her desires and needs. Then her thoughts were. The woman leaned down and said, “You’re so sexy, and I would truly love to make your ass bright red, but that honor is reserved for the host.” Sara felt shivers run up and down her spine. Having the host participate was indeed an honor. He never touched her. In fact, he always wore a mask. She didn’t know his identity. Lost in thought, Sara missed the question that was asked, and when she didn’t answer quickly enough, someone yanked hard on the clamps. “I’ll ask again. Are you a good enough. We made introductions (Ann and Sandy); they both looked at me (?inspected??).Ann asked: ?So what do you do??I felt compelled to give a long winded answer and was a little embarrassed at the level of detail... It was like being interviewed by a teacher.Short questions continued with me responding with long answers: ?Are you married?? Travelling on business? Do you enjoy your work??It was a very strange sensation to be almost controlled by the conduct and questions of these two women. Usually it. Without form nor detail the pictures were causing quite a stir. People found them erotic and very sensual. Men walked awkwardly trying to avoid reveling their erections and women fanned themselves as though the room were sweltering at 70 degrees.After the third or forth champagne was consumed, people began to change slightly, imperceptibly at first. The crowds began to congregate at pictures as though revering a masterpiece. In fact, it was the proximity to the other bodies that subconsciously.