Themrummaged though another bag. She picked out a pair of long socks. Theywere bright green and black striped thigh high socks. Again she grinned."Sin...e you shave your legs I think you need something for when it getscold outside. You're not in Africa anymore. Try them on."I looked down at my pink pants holding the green and black strippedsocks. Looks like I have to take my pants off. Next thing I knew I waswearing thigh high socks with pink pants. Then came a shirt. It was aloose fitting white. I would be darned if I have to see a black man pee in front of me.? The tall gent leaned towards her and said softly, ?Just remember sweetheart, if we don?t get rescued, soon you will want to pee too but we will not be darned to see you pee in front of us.? Then he looked up to the recycling man and laughed lewdly. I laughed too, ?Serves the bitch right.? Aziz looked at me quizzically and then joined in. The old man peeled out a transparent plastic bag and turned to one side to pee as. My bosoms felt soft, yet firm under my caressing hands. For the first time in my life, I was proud of my fleshly mounds. A warm glow of pleasure moved from my boobs, past my heart, over my belly to my cunt. It filled me with wonder. I never knew such pleasure could come from my beautiful tits. Chantelle took pictures from all angles of my boobs, from the side, from above and below and even from between my legs. I was getting more excited by the minute and felt like when I had my first kiss. I. Then, Steph said she had always wondered what it would feel like to have someone suck on her nipples. Instantly, my body switched into full hot and bothered mode. I stayed quiet a while, and the silence stretched out. Then I said okay and got up. "Okay what?" she responded. "Okay, I'll suck your nipples. Lift up your shirt." I couldn't see much in the darkness, but I heard Steph rustling around. She grabbed my hand and pulled me towards her. I felt her body with my other hand and.