Is it ... um ... is it a NUDIST campsite by ... by any chance?”Gemma’s response was immediate.“You bet your bottom dollar it is. But it’s not ...just any ORDINARY old nudist camp ... this one is special. But, well ... I guess you don’t need to know anything about that. We’ll just go and see dad and see what he can do. OK?”“OK” replied Keith softly as he took a few steps to follow the naked girl as she turned and headed up the bank.Keith was also mumbling some other words to himself but just out of. They were dressed up and told me ‘take care of the house we are going to buy some jewels for some wedding. Anita will come home from college shortly and her food is on the stove’. I was eagerly awaiting Anita’s return. I quickly changed from my jeans into shorts. I also took off my underwear and had only my thin shots on. She came and walked into the house. She was wearing a skirt (well below her knee) and a shirt top. She was wearing shoes.As she sat on the sofa to take off her shoes, I walked. Many incorporated bondage, as with the woman and the tree, or had bondage as an element, like the woman bound to a whipping bench, variously whipped, buggered, and raped by a big dog. From time to time, Amanda would involuntarily gasp, and her heart rate and breathing rate would soar, but she made no intelligible comments. After an hour, the woman said, ?OK, Amanda, you can get up and walk around a bit. Mustn't sit inactive for too long.?Amanda was glad for the change of pace, and already. So to my story, one morning I come down for breakfast having just jerked off in the shower and then dressed for college. Mom is in her skirt-suit and looking sexy as usual and sipping on her freshly squeezed orange juice and reading a newspaper. Suddenly she makes a squealing noise and points to an advert she wants to have a look at. The advert is for actors to audition for a play that was being directed by someone my mom had followed for years. Jac the director had made his name in armature.