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Abbie felt like a kid in a candy store as she threw open her closet door and looked at her clothes! She had a bright smile on her face as she palmed through the fabric of the garments she kept hanging there. In a few moments, she was going to be dressed! It was no longer the choice of anyone but ...

As Callie treaded meekly into the studio where her teacher was waiting, her hip grazed the soft velour and made her shiver. Every nerve ending on her completely naked body was on high alert. And even the briefest sensation of cloth rubbing against her bare flesh made her nipples somehow grow even ...

Part 2

The staff led Cleo down a narrow, dimly lit hallway that twisted behind the main exhibit rooms. The overhead lights flickered weakly, casting twitching shadows along the walls, each one stretching long and distorted like fingers reaching for her. The air was heavy with the scent of dust and ...

"Ahhh...Mr. Counselor. I need to go to the bathroom," fifteen year old Timmy says, after glancing at his watch. 8:40 pm.

"Yeah...I have to go too. May I be excused?" a second boy asks, and this one is joined by a third as the group heads off to the bathroom/showers.

I'm really enjoying how this is developing! I love how the unequal things are for the girls. I can't wait to see how the rest of the tour goes. And I'm hoping that the girls end up having to do more forfeits!

I love the girls don't need modesty stories. This one and SuperEvil's "A Girl's Role" are the 2 I'm looking forward to for an update on every day.

Looking forward to when you make the girls have to go swimming

School seemed to be packed even more than usual, as Abbie and Blake were dropped off in front by her mom, along with her brother and his dates. Abbie hadn't yet told Blake about the new decision by her mother, that she was old enough to decide what she should wear, and if she should be naked. She ...

If she showers before serving lunch, she will be clean enough to eat off of.

Escorting Bea inside and waiting for my eyes to adjust to the dim interior, I smiled to see only men and boys everywhere I looked. Because hangar eleven was a construction pavilion, it attracted just the type of crowd I had hoped it would. Just the type to maximize my stepsister’s humiliation.

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Very nice! It's been great to read