I was a lean, blonde-haired, blue-eyed, bronze-skinned kid and even as early as age 8 or 9, I knew I happened to be good looking even though I wasn’...t worried about it. I was always self-assured, fun, casual, easy-going and fairly popular.Whenever I was home for the evening, sometimes I shucked my pants or shorts after dinner too and spent a lot of my time in just my underwear. It was just me, my mom and my two older brothers, and I never felt any need to be modest around any of them. Watching. The main part of the farm extends into this fold and it runs into the foothills which make up three sides of the farm boundaries. The mountain jungle transitions into thick mountain forests for the last few kilometres before the open plains. The main house and farm buildings are ten kilometres from the edge of the mountain forest. Most of the foothills are narrow ridges of jungle or forest separating the grassy meadows where cattle, sheep, and horses graze. Much of the area in the folds is. There weren’t any. “CG?” She called out. “There aren’t any towels up here. Just a small hand towel.” She pulled the tiny piece of cloth around her body, but it really covered nothing! CG didn’t respond, too busy chatting with J no doubt, so Maz sighed and awkwardly went downstairs, mostly naked and dripping water. CG logged off of Lush and turned around just as Maz walked into the kitchen. Maz stood with a small towel covering her mound and droplets of water dripping off her nipples. CG. Another page, four prints each more savage than the last, cuts appearing on her breasts, in the first, her head thrown back screaming either in pain or extasy, who knows, as the leather bit. The next her belly with the same savage marks, then her legs, the last, cuts to her inner legs and the last on the next page, obviously, Oliver`s expert camerawork, as an A4 of the leather striking in close up between her labia was a perfectly timed picture of the leather hitting home, that said everything.