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“What? I, I, I guess not.” I replied, not really knowing what was going on, or realising what I was saying. I thing I was subconsciously knowing that Ryan wouldn’t put me in any danger. Dan didn’t really give me much time to think about it as he ushered me over to meet the film crew’s director. After the introductions, Anthony (the director) said, “Tanya, Fred has told me how your last session went and I’d like to follow the same format if that’s alright with you. The camera crew will be moving around all the time and I might stop things occasionally, just to get you into a better position for a better recording; just try to ignore the crew; pretend that they’re not here. Okay?” “No not really.” I was thinking, but when my mouth opened Webcams I amateur actually said, “Yeah sure, just put me in any position that you want.” What was wrong with me, why do I end-up doing these things? I just wanted to get it over with so I said, “Okay, can we get started please?” “Of course,” Anthony said, “but one slight difference please, can you strip off now instead of waiting until we get to the inspection part? It’ll make better television.” I felt my jaw drop for a second and then a heavy feeling in my stomach as I looked round and saw about 25 pairs of eyes indian all staring at me. “Oh fuck!” I thought as my hands moved up to the top button on my blouse. I knew that it was a mistake looking at all those people but for some stupid reason I looked straight into the eyes of all those people. My hands were shaking as I slowly un-buttoned my blouse, pushed it back on my shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Why had I decided to wear the long chain that goes from nipple to nipple that morning? As I unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor I remembered my clit hood chain and I remember feeling my face flush up. I heard a few whispers as I was picking up my clothes and putting them on a nearby chair, but I couldn’t work out what they were saying. I turned and stood there, totally naked in front of going on for 30 people, at least two thirds of them men. I was glad when Fred said his bit to the class about questions first and a young man asked me why I wasn’t wearing any underwear. Another young man broke the tension in the room by saying that I hadn’t got anything worth putting in a bra. That got a few laughs, me a little bit as well and I answered with, “Yes, he’s right; I’m lucky enough not to have big breasts that need supporting all the time and besides, you look as if your man boobs are bigger than mine; do you wear a bra?” That got a bigger laugh and the young man looked nearly as embarrassed as I had been. Yes, the conversation and laughs had loosened me up a bit and I was starting to relax. The questions went on, all of them similar to the ones the previous time that I’d fallen for Ryan’s trick to get me in that situation. One difference was that when I got asked how long I’d been naked for in one run, I found myself telling them about our last holiday in Spain with Ryan’s Aunt, Uncle and Cousin (see ‘We hate clothes’ parts 7a, 7b and 7c where one of the twins tell you all about that holiday). I managed to NOT tell them about the Virgin Mary floating through the village, nor the orgy at that rich kid’s parent’s villa; but I did start telling them about our ‘dance’ routine, but missed out the bit about the finale. Of course the ‘dance’ routine subject brought up the subject of how we’d got started with it and I found myself telling them all about the gym; well not everything about the gym; and not about why most of the girls go there. I was starting to relax quite well, and even feeling a little aroused, so when someone asked to see some of the ‘dance’ routine, and most of the people there supported him, I stood up and got into some of the poses. That ended when I was walking on my hands with legs spread wide and I slipped and collapsed onto one of the cameras. The poor man didn’t know what to do when my pussy ended-up on his chest not far from his face. Lead you on a bit.” My pussy felt so stretched. The only sounds were skin slapping together, and their grunts and groans from both as they reached climax together. "No way!" I will be thoroughly fucked and forced to orgasm by a beast and there Webcams was nothing I could do to prevent that. Rick tried to lick it as fast as he could, but so much squirting out of it at once it was running down the inside of both thighs and Ricks fingers. Ash “Uh-huh,” amateur I moaned, Mom's juices soaking through her bush to my twat. “I will.” About 11 am we received a notice that someone was at the outer gate wanting access. My feeling for her grew and being that she was tall, I tried to justify my feeling subconsciously for her but, deep down I knew she was too young. My dick twitched in my jeans. I want your cream on me! Cum! She's playing with your indian bush. I repaid her earlier look of impishness with one of my own. While one of my hands Once she had calmed down, I continued. The nipples were very big and thick and the breasts were bigger also. I knew my bad arm was going to kill me before long, but I truly didn’t care. It’s a term of respect and adoration. Her pussy twinged with desire. Hah, this shtuff! “Used solar panels,” Becky said.