When I told her how much I was getting paid for the shoot, along with three nights in Las Vegas, she started getting brave. ‘For that kind of money,...I’d dance naked at a Baptist convention. That would be a good down payment on a new car,’ she said. ‘Little Rosie is getting real tired and is going to be needing some major work. Time to trade her in.’ The Steven Hicks studios were located in a trendy little mall in La Jolla. Steve served us wine while we talked over the trip then he showed us. I live in a town right next to a college town and being in high school, I feel like my sexual appetite is at an all-time high. I glance over at my computer debating on staying in for me time or going out and try to enjoy the fall air at the park? I somehow convince myself to throw on some proper clothes after getting undressed out of my loose fitting plaid pajama pants, originally with the intention to sit in front of my computer for some me time. But something told me my sexual craving for. I decided one night, late at night, to go to the bathroom, put them all on and come out to walk around the house a bit, as everyone would be asleep. I went to the bathroom and pull on her lacy panties, silky pantyhose, lacy bra and short slip. I took a deep breath and opened the door, quickly cut the light off and started to walk down the hallway. I could barely walk, as my legs were shaking so much with excitement and fear, as I knew the further I got away from the bathroom, the more likely. She asked what I meant; so I said I would show her! I told Karen to change places with me and Rob to change places with Linda; when we had all changed I looked Linda square in the eyes and said; I want to see your fucking tits slut! As if I had asked her to fuck the United Nations Linda began to protest. I shut her up by reminding her that she had made Rob bring her here; a place where strangers meet for sexual escapades and she wanted me to believe she was not a slut. Linda blushed but began.