I stopped the Landcruiser."I shall buy you some new clothes" I told her.The native women were all bare breasted, wearing skirts to their knees and bar...foot. I picked up a skirt from a market stall and started haggling, then a second, and then I returned to the car. "your clothes." I told her and handed her the two dresses.She started to argue, but realised the futility of argument and stripped off her shirt and jeans to reveal her thong and the leather straps and lock of the chastity belt.I. “How do you feel about it now it’s actually happening?” Pete eventually asked, his voice unconvincingly casual.“Nervous,” was all I could muster in reply.“Having second thoughts?”“No! Well, yes, but... I don’t know,” I gabbled.“You don’t want me to turn round and go home?” he asked half-jokingly, putting his hand on my thigh.The idea did have an appeal but instead, I took his fingers in mine and squeezed.“Not unless you want to,” I said, looking into what I could see of his face. “You’re sure. “Hey, I’ll do that.” Cupid said hurriedly, eager to engage in further conversation. He picked up the items and handed them to her. “Can I walk you home?” “Sure.” Florence said, her green eyes passing appraisingly over his figure. “So long as you don’t have any dishonourable intentions.” “Hey, I’m not that kind of cherub!” Cupid lied as he followed her across the golden sands, unable to draw his eyes away from her perfect ass. *** Florence lived in a small, homely cottage, the kind that seemed. Being in the costume all she really had to do was jump around waving her arms up and down arousing the crowd into the fighting chant of the cheerleaders started. Not being, in her mind, attractive didn’t matter because they couldn’t actually see her anyway.This year the cheerleading team had a new coach. His name was William (Bob) Linger, or as some of the cheerleaders called him, when he wasn’t there, Bob Lecher. It seemed he was always trying to look down the girls shirts or up their skirts..
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