I drove and of course, Mary travelled with Julie in the rear. I heard Julie gasp and I knew that she’d had her hand taken and placed on Mary’s vul...va. Mary had deliberately worn a very short skirt and no undies so I guessed what she’d done. There were soft noises coming from behind me on the drive home so I knew that one, or both, of them was having a pleasurable time.Once we were home, we started the process of getting to know one another.Julie was 23yrs old, 5ft 6in tall Waist length black. They rode silently for a few minutes and then Cynthia said, “It looks like it is going to rain again.”“I know. That won’t make our search any easier,” Sid said looking up at the sky. The words were barely out of his mouth when he felt a drop of water hit him on the top of his head. Sighing, he said, “Time to put on the rain gear.”He looked over to see that Cynthia was already wearing hers. He pulled his rain cloak out and put it on. Cynthia was standing on her stirrups and asked, “What is that. ” I commanded.“Thirty seven” She said it was actually an inside joke from school. “Very funny” I said taking off my belt. “You’re going to count the lashings, if you lose count well start over.” “Yes master.” She said. I gave her the first lashing from my belt. “One” she said. I gave another lashing. “Two” she said. Another lashing “Three.” After 18 lashes, about halfway through, I looked admirably at her red and bruised ass.“Ok that’s about half, I think we can give that ass a break. . It wasn’t long before I was posting photos on social media of myself completely naked, ever so slightly covering myself up so that the social media gods didn’t tear down my precious pieces of art. On my travel blog, I promoted nudity, and that it didn’t have to be seen as sexual. It’s nothing but the human body. We may come in all shapes, sizes, and colors, but what’s under our clothes is really all the same when it comes down to it. Nudity is not a crime. Except, you know, that it usually is..