He resolved now, he would meet the man anddemand that he remove it. Then he would be free and able to tell hismother that he had been forced into the ...ituation and that all that hehad agreed to and said before, was lies. Yes, he knew that there wereholes in his story, knew that it would be difficult to persuade her,but he had to do something, he just had to. So, it was with thisresolve that he now hurried onward towards the beach, his mind made upto finally finish this whole crazy thing.He got. After my experience in the Starry Dreams strip club the night before, wherein I witnessed three of Hollywood's most beautiful women essentially becomes whores and sex slaves for a room full of powerful men, the most plaguing thought on my mind was not about what had happened but why. Things were not making sense, no matter how much I replayed them in my mind. Why were these women being so used like this and perhaps more importantly, why did they allow themselves to be? There had to be a. "Cyndi your sister?" she asked hoarsely and nervously. Her face was getting red, as were the tops of her breasts which peeked out of the low-cut white tank top. I could tell the idea excited her--her nipples were sticking right through the damp cotton material, and it wasn't cold in here."You got it," I said. "I finally got her into bed, and put it on tape." Whoa," said Megan. "That's really kinky. Can I see it?" It's right here," I said, picking up the tape from the nightstand. "In living. Desperate to cover her nakedness before God, she grabbed one of the men’s shirts and quickly pulled it over her head. This calmed her somewhat, and she found that the shirt covered her completely and that it fit surprisingly well considering that Rachel had always been the tallest one in the family- lately she’d even been taller than her father. She belatedly realized how ridiculous that she must look standing there in the church barefoot and dressed only in a men’s work shirt and granny.