N.The only question asked was:-"Would you please give your honest opinion about possible solutions to the food shortage in the rest of the world."The ...survey was a complete failure because:In Eastern Europe they didn't know what "honest" meant.In Western Europe they didn't know what "shortage" meant.In Africa they didn't know what "food" meant.In China they didn't know what "opinion" meant.In the Middle East they didn't know what "solution" meant.In South America and Russia they didn't know what. His smooth chest was pressing her soft, tender boobs, and she felt wonderful anticipation, and surrender. She groaned into his mouth.Gina reached for the waistband of the swimming trunks, both hands pushing it downwards. She got it far enough for his prick to jump out, already stiff. But he kept caressing her twat, two fingers inside now, palm rubbing over the top of her slit. He was hitting her g spot squarely, and she was giving herself to the flush of heat in her groin. But he wasn't. Nobody responded, so she continued washing her hair, but she still was pretty sure someone was watching her. Was it Steve? Maybe her father? She was disgusted and wanted to go out, but she also got a little bit turned on by it. She started to soap her boobs, giving there some more attention then needed. Then she got out.Still kinda turned on by the idea of being watched, she remembered last night. Noelle had dared her not to wear bra or panties under her summer dress. Noelle always tried to. It's a couple hours later and i am feeling quite tipsy, having forgotten i left that website on masters computer. Master comes through the door and drops his brief case, he comes up to me and gives me a firm squeeze on the rump as I am finishing putting dishes away in the kitchen, then he goes into his office and turns on his computer and I think oh shit, I try to stop him before he turns on the screen to the pictures of girls being spanked, Master gets this grin on his face as he tells me to.