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07-15-2008 04:47 PM |
It was hard to tell if i was worst of being stuck in the railings or up the tree. It was already 5 in the morning, and it was getting a bit lighter, I squirmed and cried help as quietly as I could trying praying my tormentor was still around. I had my panties in my hand but I couldnt move enough to put them on without probably falling out of the tree. I heard a crunch of twigs and i shut my eyes, praying it wasnt someone different about to alert everyone. I heard his familiar voice "Would you like me to get the ladder?" Oh yes I said sounding too grateful, I couldnt help keep licking my lips nervously, this man had my pride and clothes in his hands, and I was starting to feel a certain respect for him. "I want those pants in exchange" Ohhh.... there went my dream of being out of the tree wearing a bit of clothing. I sadly tossed him my pants and watched him go slowly towards the gardener's shed. After I while he appeared with the ladder and put i against the tree . With some difficulty i got on the ladder, only when i was at the bottom i saw him put away a videocamera where he had filmed me coming down the ladder in all my glory. "thanks" I said looking at the floor, desperately wanting to cover myself but it seemed even more silly to do so. “Okay” he said, what about doing some things for me in exchange for some clothing “yes” I said, I could smell myself again feeling hot. I turned even redder and looked at the ground. “first of all you can do some jumping jacks, I will tell you when to stop”. So I started, while he criticized everything I did “jump higher” “put your ams out more and lift then” I was red, my tits bounced up and down with a life of their own. I was getting tired and red for more reasons than just being ashamed. I kept going, as he filmed me, but I knew it was no use to complain, I depended on him giving me back my clothes. I was just about to stop when he said I could. I fell to the floor totally out of breath. “now you can run round the gardens” I groaned but got to it, running along, hearing him tell me to put my knees higher and put more effort into it. He continued to film me. I ran round and round, until I was a hot sweating mess and of course totally nude. He told me to stop and I fell to the ground at his feet. He smiled as I gasped. “Okay, use the swimming pool shower” I did so, as he observed me wash myself down. “Get in the pool and swim”. I obediently went to the water and got in, and started to swim, just as the night had started. Again feeling my naked body in the water. I swam from one end to the other. When I looked up, he was not there. I panicked but then noticed a pile of clothes in the same place where I had left them that night. For a second I thought if I had dreamt it all. But as I ran to where my clothes lay and started to pick them up, I groaned and noticed how real everything was as I saw all the holes he had made in my underwear and clothes in the most embarrassing places... I picked up my hotel key and made my way back to my room, praying not to mean anyone as my tits spilled out of my t.shirt and my ass gleamed though the big hole in my shorts and panties.... THE END
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Susanna
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