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 "You don't need me for this," was Jean's response when braced with the
slumber party.  I didn't argue, but I DID point out that she would be here,
anyway, so she was going to end up supporting the preparations or whatever,
at a minimum.

   Karen got the gist of things, but she would be gone for all but the
early going -- and the late.  And it probably wouldn't matter, anyway. 
Friday seemed like a good night to put her in that kennel -- or maybe not.
Too many young females wandering around.

   Ed brought Cindy back about six-thirty.  "What did you do to her?" he
asked me quietly.

   I shrugged.  "Abused her mentally, mostly.  Michael fucked her in the
ass and I made her give me a blowjob -- but I was in her head a lot.  Why?"

   "She's totally freaked."

   "Good."

   "What are we talking about, here?" he asked.

   "I've leaned on her a lot about the fact that we -- and that includes
you -- have her over a barrel.  She has no choice but do what the fuck
she's told.  I've been scaring her with the idea that you might put her on
the street -- because if you did, I would make sure she rolled over and
ended up with nothing but the blouse on her back -- and that she would end
up here and I would abuse her in ways she can't even imagine."

   "Like what?"

   "Lemme see..." I thought about it.  "I told her that I would put her on
a street corner to give twenty dollar blow jobs and if she didn't bring
home a hundred bucks, I would beat the shit out of her.  I told her I would
lock her in one of those kennels downstairs.  I told her I would lend her
out to street gangs.  I said something about piercing her nipples..."

   "Holy shit!" Ed snorted laughter.  "Did she believe you?"

   "I hope she did -- I was serious!" I retorted.  "If I get saddled with
her, I'm gonna get my money's worth!"

   "What should I be doing?"

   "Don't tell her she's safe.  Don't tell her you won't do such and such.
If she asks you something like that, look sad and say you hope you won't
have to or some such.  Over the next few days I want to scare her to the
point that she pees her panties when you look at her cross-eyed.  We're
playing 'good cop -- bad cop' and I'm the bad cop.  I want her to beg you
to let her sleep with your dick in her and a hand on each tit." I stopped.
"Oh, another thing..."

   "Yeah?"

   "About Pete..."

   "Uh huh?"

   "He got the idea somewhere that you might like to fuck him."

   "I...  didn't say anything..."

   "I gathered that.  But he came to me and asked me to open him up for
business this afternoon.  Unfortunately, it wasn't as private an opening as
we could have hoped.  As a result, I had a conversation with Cindy about
such things.  She's primed now to accept that you might want to do
something like that."

   "No shit?  He wants it?  What's her angle?" Ed shook his head, amazed.
"You're a miracle worker."

   "I told her that she was too flaked for you to be able to discuss such
things with her, so you hadn't.  I also introduced her to the idea that
boys fucking isn't that much different than girls fucking.  By the end of
things, she was at least willing to admit that it was possible and wasn't
inherently horrible -- and that she might be able to participate on some
level.  We'll want to reinforce that, since it really doesn't matter
whether she WANTS to or not..."

   "When would this be?"

   "Well, not tonight or tomorrow," I opined.  "Pete is dealing with having
his cherry popped today and has an overnight with a girl tomorrow."

   Ed nodded.  "Okay." He eyed me.  "What's the deal with Michael?"

   "He's not a bottom.  He MIGHT be a top, properly approached.  He will
blow you -- also properly approached.  In his case, I don't think you would
want to have a female present."

   "Gotcha."

   "Back to Cindy," I rejoined.  "We need to press her, hard.  I need to in
particular.  I'm throwing Karen to the construction crew next week sometime
-- Tuesday or Wednesday, I think.  I'd like to unleash them on Cindy, too.
She needs to think there is nothing I won't do to her."

   "Will they hurt her?"

   "Nah.  Just fuck her silly."

   "Go for it."

   "I'll probably call you for permission like I did today."

   "Okay." He grinned.

   "You know, she shit a brick -- she figured it was all on speaker phone
from what you said."

   "Good!  Next time, it will be!"

   "Works for me," I chuckled.  Glancing at the pool, I found Cindy's eyes
looking back and grinned nastily.  Ed headed for the pool.

   The Cantrells and Amy wandered back and forth between my house and
theirs -- and the results supported my assumption that Amy was doing
laundry.  Apparently, Jean was pushing the kids to help with housework over
there.  That was fine with me; I could use some peace and quiet.  I left Ed
and Cindy alone; Pete stayed out of sight and Kate did too, after washing
the dinner dishes.  I was coming to appreciate Kate.

   Heat or no heat, Ed took Cindy home about nine-thirty; I intervened just
enough that Cindy knew that it was REQUIRED that she return in the morning.
An evil plan came to mind and I told her to come in one of her thin cotton
housedresses with nothing underneath it; she would stew all night about
THAT, I figured.

   Bedtime came and everybody returned and settled in; Michael was a little
diffident about going downstairs with Pete, but I knew nothing was going to
happen there.  Heather, Amy, and Jean all bunked in the TV room, which was
just as well, I figured.  I hung out until Karen came home, escorted her
downstairs, and inserted her in her kennel -- without the dildo for her
mouth.  I didn't want her to fall asleep and hurt herself.  The one for her
pussy, however, remained.  Then I went upstairs, set the clock for
six-thirty, and got some sleep.

   ---------------------------------

   Friday morning at six-thirty, I got up and went downstairs to release
Karen before the construction crew was due to arrive.  As I opened the
cage, Pete came up and muttered, "Thank God..."

   "What?" I asked.

   "She wasn't real happy," Pete related.  "She...  whimpered...  a lot."

   "Oops!  Sorry about that," I grunted, eyeing Karen, who was obviously
cowed.  I pointed at the stair.  "My room.  Hop!" She took off as fast as
she could get unkinked.  "I don't know when the plumber and the electrician
will show up, but you might get a nap in, anyway.  Sorry about the
disturbance."

   "I didn't hear anything," Michael reported from the couch.

   "You snore," Pete retorted.  "You might as well be dead!" I laughed and
headed upstairs.

   Karen was fairly cowering on the floor when I got back to my room. 
"Master, whatever I did to make you angry, I'm VERY sorry and it won't
happen again!"

   "I wasn't mad," I replied, "I just figured it was time to use the
thing."

   "Oh." Karen was nonplussed.  "Um, will Master tell me next time, so I
don't worry so much?"

   "Yeah." I ruffled her already mussed hair.  "Get up on the bed and see
if you can get a nap in." I crawled in next to her and spooned, but didn't
go looking for anything further -- I just didn't know what the day was
going to hold for me.

   Mike and the plumber and the electrician let themselves into the
basement about seven-thirty and were less inclined to bang on shit, so I
slept until nine-thirty with Karen tucked against me.  Jean, Heather and
Amy disturbed me somewhat, but not a tremendous amount, going about their
business and hitting the street.  Kate let Cindy in, which is what got me
up; she came to the bedroom and announced diffidently, "Cletus?  Cindy is
here."

   "Fine.  I'll be right out." I hobbled up, swatting Karen on her ass. 
"Let's go, Slut.  No rest for the wicked."

   Cindy was in a housedress as specified -- but it was a green print item
with pinkish flowers.  I sent her home for a yellow print number I knew she
had that tended more toward transparency.  In the meantime, I had Karen
dress in a tube top and her short jean skirt and flip-flops.  Kate dressed
similarly, although I didn't direct her wardrobe.  "All right!" I
announced, "The three of you are to head out to the grocery and get us food
for this shindig that's gonna happen tonight!"

   "Like this?" Cindy gasped.  Both of the older women were a circus; Karen
had a pair of grapefruit on her chest and the tube top didn't EVEN hide the
fact -- but Cindy was almost a decade older and carrying cantaloupes and
her nipples were visible.  Generally, she carried her melons in a serious
truss of a bra; just walking moved them all over the place under that
dress. There was some sag to her, too, obviously, due to age and gravity --
and that just accentuated things.

   "Yeah, just like that," I chuckled, then grimaced.  "If I just send you
off, at least one of you will find a way not to do what she's supposed to
-- and will want to lie about it." I sighed theatrically, then added, "So I
guess I'm going along."

   Cindy looked stricken.  "You can't be serious!"

   "Sure I can!" I retorted.  "We'll take the Saturn."

   I drove, Karen sat in front, Kate sat behind me and Cindy behind Karen.
About halfway to the grocery store, I directed, "Slut, air out your tits,"
and Karen slid the tube top down, exposing herself.  Cindy was beside
herself with embarrassment.  "You're lucky you can't get out out the top of
that thing, Cindy," I told her, "or you'd be the next act!"

   "What about Kate?" Cindy burst out.  "You're embarrassing her!"

   "Am I?" I looked in the rearview.  Undoubtedly, Kate was embarrassed,
but it was the giggling type.  "Kate, are you okay with this?  I don't want
to scar you for life..."

   "Mom doesn't seem to be upset," Kate observed, sobering.  "I think it's
cool!" About that time, we stopped at a light beside a couple of guys in a
car; the driver did a double-take and elbowed his partner, who leaned up to
look, goggle-eyed.

   "Wave the merchandise at the nice boys..." I murmured, and Karen turned
and presented her rack, jiggling her shoulders -- and the guys erupted into
loud appreciation.  The light changed and we pulled off ahead of them due
to the distraction.  "That seems to have gone well," I observed.

   "Can I play, Cletus?" Kate asked.

   "You're underage, Hon," I replied.  "It might not be wise."

   "Gawd -- at least you're not encouraging minors..." Cindy gasped.  "That
was..."

   "Hot?" I interjected.

   "Shocking!" Cindy replied.

   "Tell me it didn't boost your blood pressure," I argued.

   "Well..."

   "This is your problem," I pointed out.  "You make noises the way you
figure people expect you to -- but it's to cover an entirely different kind
of excitement -- isn't it?"

   "Cletus, please," Cindy begged.  "Let's not go there."

   "Wrong answer," I replied, vowing to make her pay for it.

   We arrived at the supermarket and Karen tucked herself back in her top
and we headed inside.  Cindy acted like she expected everybody to laugh and
point, making a spectacle of herself, until Karen turned to confront her,
"Stop it!"

   "What?" Cindy blinked.

   "The way you're acting, you're INVITING attention!  Forget about it --
or, at least, pretend nothing is going on!"

   "B-but..."

   "Cindy," I interjected, "Have you ever gone shopping in that dress?"

   "Well, a couple of times..."

   "With black undergarments under it?" I pressed, "That's what you've worn
when I've seen you." She pursed her lips and nodded.  "Okay, then.  There
were two things there.  You didn't know -- and you were wearing display
goodies, anyway.  Did anybody rush up to you and tell you that you were
making a spectacle of yourself?"

   "No..."

   "Did you realize how thin the dress was before I told you?"

   "I'm...  not sure..."

   "Explain that."

   Cindy looked bothered.  "I knew it peeked through a little -- and I
thought it was kind of kinky -- that's why I wore nice black stuff under
it. But I didn't REALLY think it was that visible..."

   I grinned.  "So you were pretending you were on display."

   "Yes." Embarrassed, she looked away.

   "And now you know you WERE on display." I chuckled.  "Well, in some
ways, you're less on display now -- because there isn't a whole lot of
contrast going on like there would be if you were wearing black
underthings. Did anybody ever mention anything to you?"

   "Um, no...  I got some looks..."

   "From guys?"

   "Yes."

   "What did that do for you?"

   "Well..." she blushed.  "I enjoyed it."

   I nodded.  "So enjoy it now.  Things haven't changed a whole lot,
here..."

   Cindy sucked in a breath.  "Okay."

   "Take Kate and get the tomatoes and onions and stuff and Karen and I
will be right along." I divided up things that way because Karen was
gripping my wrist and had eyed me significantly during the preceding
conversation.

   "Okay." Cindy gathered herself and pushed the cart off toward the
produce section with Kate in tow.

   I turned to Karen.  "You wanted to tell me something?"

   "Master," Karen whispered, "I bet the other times, her breasts weren't
crawling all around the inside of that dress every time she moved and her
nipples weren't poking through..."

   I nodded.  "Probably not.  She usually wears a truss, black or not."

   "That's pretty noticeable..."

   "You're telling me?" I grinned.  "I'm male, you know!" In fact, I wasn't
looking at Karen -- I was watching males in the produce department do
double-takes and gravitate to where Cindy was selecting onions.

   "You made it sound like it wasn't..." Karen's voice held mild
disapproval.

   "And you helped," I pointed out.  "She needed a crutch -- she was acting
like a bank robber or something.  Give her a couple of minutes.  She's
already picking up on the male attention -- but now it isn't a bad thing."
Kate actually drifted away under the pressure of males of all ages who
suddenly needed onions and related items on the produce display Cindy was
selecting from; I counted five in an age range from sixteen to sixty.  "Go
help her -- try not to steal her ENTIRE audience..." Karen nodded and moved
off, actually tugging at her tube top to settle it lower and display more
tit, then plucking at it so it shrank to display more midriff.  I chuckled.

   We moved through the produce department and on to the deli with a small
entourage.  Women avoided us; males came in two groups -- the ones with
another woman, who had a hard time getting anything while trying to avoid
being caught, and those without, who were a lot more aggressive.  I hung
back so I could watch without interfering; if I was close in and did a lot
of interaction, it would scare off the sharks, and I didn't want that. 
Kate ended up joining me.  "They've got guys all over them..." she mused.

   "Yeah.  There's a lot of appreciation going on," I agreed.  "Go over to
them and whisper to them that there is a new rule -- they're to accept
touching."

   Kate's eyes popped.  "Like what?"

   "If somebody puts a hand on their ass, they put up with it -- even under
the dress.  The same goes for fondling the melons."

   "You're BAAAAD!" Kate gasped.

   I grinned.  "It's a tough job, but somebody's got to do it.  If I were
you, I'd be pissed that a couple of old broads were attracting all of the
attention around here!" Looking around, I could see at least three females
who were apparently thinking just that.  Most of the rest were acting
shocked and prudish.  Kate flounced off and joined Karen and Cindy at the
deli and delivered my message.  Both women immediately sought me out with
their eyes; Karen merely nodded, but Cindy was, of course, scandalized.  I
merely nodded my head in confirmation, and moved to close on the pair some.


   There were deli rolls in low display racks that sat below the deli meat
display cases; as I approached, Karen very deliberately bent at the waist
to check out the buns -- eliciting a series of gasps as the males present
checked out HER buns, on display as the short jean skirt swung up. 
Visibility was actually somewhat limited as the males closed ranks behind
the three women, so I moved to a better position off-side as Karen tugged
at Cindy's arm, asking, "Do you think we need Kaiser rolls?" Cindy bent,
too, which stretched the thin cotton over her plump ass, clearly revealing
her lack of panties and eliciting a quiet murmur behind them.

   I didn't even think about the front side, but one of the young guys
behind the deli counter drifted over as though attracted by a magnet, his
eyes feasting on the quartet of udders in front of him.  His eyes were
glued to Cindy's, which were hanging almost free under the dress and moving
gently as she felt the rolls.  Cindy glanced up and caught him; trying to
cover, he swallowed and blurted, "What can I get you?" -- which cut off
three women and two men, by my count.

   Oblivious, Cindy replied, "A dozen hot dogs -- nice ones -- good meat."
Karen snorted and Cindy turned red, realizing what she'd said.

   I took the moment to move in and push through the crowd to stand between
them.  "There are a half dozen behind you right now, I figure, Cindy." I
deliberately put a hand on each of their asses.

   "Hey, I've got forty-one!" a woman erupted off to our right.  "What do I
have to show to get service around here?"

   That got a chuckle; men were realizing that the pair of display pieces
had an owner and were reluctantly backing off.  I looked over at the woman,
a narrow item with nice tan lines in her forties.  "You'll think of
something -- dairy, perhaps?" She didn't have big tits, but she had serious
nipples poking through her halter top.

   She took the dare, pulling her halter away from her small breasts and
gathering the fabric in her cleavage, exposing them, then looked behind the
counter expectantly, "Well?" The other two women wheeled their carts and
left, clearly not up for the competition.

   One of the other butchers -- an older guy -- stepped up to the counter
and cleared his throat.  "Can I...  help you?"

   I couldn't resist -- and I had half of the woman's attention, anyway. 
"Would you like some meat, Dear?" Somebody in the crowd yelled, "Woo hoo!"

   Things were out of hand, but she'd gotten this far...  I watched her
lick her lips while she tried to decide whether she had the guts to
continue to play.  She was wearing hot pants and high-heeled sandals on a
Friday morning in the grocery store -- who dresses at that hour to go to
the grocery?  For over forty, she had legs all the way to her ass, too --
that kind of stringy look the older ones get.  At a guess, if she had an
old man, he wasn't servicing her properly...  I upped the ante by sliding
my hand down Karen's hip, then deliberately sliding it back up UNDER her
short skirt -- which got an appreciative murmur.  The woman's eyes popped
and I bet her heart rate doubled, but she said gamely, "Yes, I'd like..."

   I cut her off with another question, "From behind the counter, or in
front of it?" I looked around at our now all-male audience.  Behind the
counter, the single female butcher had suddenly found urgent business in
the reefer.

   The woman turned and ran her eyes over the crowd -- exposing her breasts
to them -- but she wasn't thinking about that.  I was pushing her hard and
she was over her credit limit -- her mouth was open and her eyes wide as
she realized just how much she was on display and how nothing she could say
would really defuse things.  "I -- I..."

   "Blood sausage, perhaps?" I layered it on.

   Her hands clutched the cart handle in a white-knuckled grip; she was
shaking, too -- I knew she was getting ready to bolt.  I let go of my women
and stepped in front of her cart as she stuttered, "I -- I think..."

   It was too late.  I clamped a hand on her wrist and said amicably, "I
think you've purchased your position, Honey -- with the exception of anyone
who might have been in front of you.  Does anyone have forty?  Thirty nine?
Thirty eight?"

   "I have forty..." I glanced around.  The guy looked to be fifty,
heavyset, but a working man.  Grey-flecked beard, no wedding band.

   "Step up, Sir," I waved him forward.  "Do you think you ought to get a
little something extra for surrendering your place?"

   "I think so..." He was behind her; the woman turned her head, eyes huge,
to take him in.

   "Negotiate a little -- don't be greedy.  After all this is a public
venue." I flicked my eyes and he took the hint, wrapping a thick-fingered
hand around the woman's waist.

   She went "Ooohhh!!!" and collapsed back against him -- I figured she was
just north of an orgasm.  He held her against him -- undoubtedly with his
cock between her ass cheeks -- and rubbed her midriff and slid a hand up to
tug a nipple -- and she stood there on shaky legs and let him do it!  There
were whistles and catcalls and she looked a little embarrassed and a lot
aroused -- I figured her panties were soaked!

   He turned her back toward the counter; from my position, I could see his
hand slide under the waistband of those shorts.  "Order your meat..." he
murmured.

   Shaking like a leaf, she flourished a list and said, "I-I'd like a half
a pound of Genoa salami..." I watched her spread her stance as the bulge of
his hand in her shorts slipped over the curve of her mons.  Her fine
nostrils widened and I wondered if she was going to make it through that
list...

   Things seemed to be in hand -- but a manager might show up at any
moment; it was time to disperse our targets some.  "Kate, go to whatever
aisle the personal products are in and get this gentleman a package of
rubbers, just in case.  Karen, you can finish here -- remember your
instructions.  Cindy, go get us some hamburger patties." I glanced around,
"Boys, we don't want to attract undue attention.  Try to limit yourselves
to stuff that makes sense in a grocery store."

   An older guy muttered, "I'd give my left nut to touch that," nodding at
Karen's ass.

   "That seems like a pretty high price," I opined.  "Don't undress her,
and no sex -- but if you want to feel the merchandise, that's fine as long
as nobody shows up to stop things.  Obviously, you need to be a little
careful..." I turned to Karen.  "Don't forget to get your deli order." Then
I walked off.  Turning back after a couple of dozen feet, I took the
situation in.  There were two clusters -- three guys were watching
Greybeard work our brave forty-something hottie, effectively shielding her
from view, and Karen stood spread-legged while the old guy was rubbing her
ass under her skirt, holding the bottom of her tube top out so two young
teens could rub her tits under it.  Someone else was collecting her
purchases and putting them in the cart while the young butcher slowly
processed her order as he ogled her and two others were keeping an eye out
for trouble while waiting their own turns.  I heard a loud, "UUUHHGGHHH!"
and Greybeard sagged; an orgasm probably robbed Forty-something of the
strength of her legs and he had to take her full weight, I figured.  That
woman was never going to think of grocery shopping the same way again...

   Meanwhile, Cindy was bent over the meat counter thirty feet away and
across the aisle -- and she had three attendants as she dug through the
packages of hamburger patties.  Two of them made to back off at my
approach, but I shook my head and nodded them back.  One reminded me of
Pete, one was an old guy -- seventy if he was a day -- and the third was
probably twenty-five.  I stepped up behind Cindy and slid my hands under
the hem of her dress and slid the skirt up over her ass.  She turned her
head to eye me and I directed, "Find your hamburgers." I crooked a finger
at the old guy and he came forward and rubbed an ass cheek.  "Try not to
attract attention," I instructed them.  "No sex -- but you can fondle the
merchandise.  Keep an eye out for trouble and break it up if you see any.
Let her do her thing." I reached in and undid the two buttons at the top of
her dress, but it was a pull-over plain sheath type of thing.  "There's no
way you're going to get at her jugs properly, but play as best you can." I
stood back to keep lookout.

   A blubbery black kid -- maybe twenty -- wandered over, attracted by the
commotion and breathed, "Muthafuck!"

   "Get you a little feel," I invited.  "Don't be too obvious." It was
perfect; his bulk walled Cindy off from the front of the store.

   A classic chunky bleached blonde mom in shorts and a tank top with two
kids in tow came cruising down the aisle; I intercepted her and said, "You
might want to come back later -- this area is just jammed..." She glanced
around, blinked, and said, "Thanks," shakily, moving off.

   The neckline of Cindy's housedress was catching Hell -- the young geeky
kid and the big black kid each had an arm in there.  "Okay, lighten up,
guys -- she's got what she came for." They backed off reluctantly and Cindy
re-settled her dress.  I asked her, "So, are you mortified?"

   "I was," she admitted, "but..."

   "Then it got spicy, right?"

   "Yes."

   "Go put your stuff in the basket and check on Karen," I directed.

   "Man, I never thought..." one of the guys breathed.

   "Hey, you never know," I chuckled.

   As the group around Karen broke up and she headed my way, I noticed that
the others were already gone.  Kate came to me and said, "You're wanted in
the Men's Room," grinning.

   "Where?" I asked.

   "In back, behind the deli."

   "Keep 'em moving," I told Kate.  "But the same rules apply.  They can be
groped as long as nobody shows up to cause a scene." I headed for the
bathroom.

   I popped open the Men's Room door to find Fortysomething bent over
taking Greybeard doggie and sucking the older butcher.  A couple of younger
guys were standing by with their cocks out.  "Whoa!  This is consensual, I
hope?" I inquired.

   Greybeard nodded, puffing, as he pushed a thick-looking cock in and out
of her twat.  "This is Pamela.  I think you made her month."

   Pamela eyed me and went "Ummph," around the butcher's tool.

   I grinned.  "I had a feeling you were hunting once you attracted my
attention," I chuckled.

   "She wants to fuck you -- don't you, Baby?" Greybeard insisted.

   "Ummph mmph..." Pamela transmitted a yes.

   I looked around.  "Another time, perhaps.  I'm knee deep in pussy and
you have plenty here to tide you over.  Thanks for the offer.  Don't think
I wouldn't -- but I have six or eight at home tonight, so I'm saving
myself. I really would another time." I turned my attention to Greybeard.
"She seems to be a keeper."

   Greybeard nodded.  "Yeah..."

   I stepped up and rubbed a nipple.  "Have a good time, Honey.  Many happy
returns." I headed out.

   It took us an hour to clear the grocery store.  A manager approached me
once and said, "You can't do that in here!"

   "What?  Look at butter?"

   "What you were doing!"

   "Come see me when I'm doing it," I replied.  "Right now I have no idea
what you're talking about."

   The female checkout clerk thought we were horrible, but the bag boy
didn't.  Two rows over, Pamela and Greybeard were checking out together;
she offered me a smile -- her lips looked puffy -- and they went out arm in
arm, her waddling a bit.

   The bag boy offered to fetch and carry, and I let him.  I'd deliberately
parked around the side of the store, mostly out of sight of the main
parking area.  When the car was loaded, I told the bag boy, "Strip 'em for
me, will you?  Just the older pair."

   His eyes bugged.  "Really?"

   "Yeah.  Don't waste a lot of time -- your manager is probably being
henpecked to death."

   "O-okay." The kid stepped in and undid the button and snap of Karen's
skirt, pushing it down -- and got a faceful of hairy snatch for his
trouble, which seemed to be a serious reward.  She bent forward to help him
get the tube top off and stood there waiting while the boy turned to Cindy.

   Cindy made to balk, but I said blandly, "The longer you fart around, the
longer we all stand here with Karen naked."

   Cindy took a breath and told the boy, "Start at the bottom -- when it
comes up I'll bend like she did." The boy did as he was told and Cindy
skinned out, then stood there trying to fig leaf herself.

   "Put your hands down," I directed.  "Kid, get a quick feel -- we're out
of here in thirty seconds." We were, too -- I didn't want the store manager
picking up our plates on video or anything and getting stupid.  The kid was
plenty happy.

   I had Karen and Cindy take turns displaying their wares through the car
windows on the way home -- and at some point, Kate dropped her top and
joined in.  When we got home, I pulled into the garage, which let them
unload in privacy -- but I wasn't done with Cindy.  I had her put her dress
back on and go around to the back yard.  "Hold still," I ordered -- then I
turned the water hose on her.  Cindy's shrieks brought the construction
crew running -- fortunately, the plumber and the electrician, who'd really
had light work with everything pre-positioned, were gone and it was just
the three stooges.  The dress, of course, went totally transparent under
the water from the hose...  "Now, go home -- around the house and across
the front -- and come back in a bathing suit," I ordered Cindy.  She didn't
offer anything in the way of argument -- she just dashed off, titties going
everywhere as she tried to run.

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