I wasn’t belittled or criticized. I didn’t worry that I was being too loud or obnoxious or crass or breaking the rules – I was already doing all...of it! I was having a blast for about 2 hours a day – and that seemed to be enough to keep me going the other 22. I lived for 10 pm so I could write to him and he was all mine. I was in a fog – of happiness, lust, excitement, laughter, and kisses. A fog of kisses – best fog ever – I couldn’t even imagine connecting like that before that day on the. I was used to crappy apartments, not this. "Your house is gorgeous." I was in awe. She laughed. "Oh, thank you. I needed a nice place for the models to be photographed at." She showed me to my room, a beautiful off white area with a king sized bed and walk in closet. "Many of your outfits are already in there. the bathroom is right down the hall. I'll give you time to relax. Dinner is in an hour. We'll talk about your modeling then." I nodded and she exited, shutting the door behind her. I. Mary looked in the mirror. Her eyes red, on the verge of tears. Why are you doing this, Mary said. What do you see, Beth asked. A middle aged mother, whos husband left her, Mary said softly. Stop feeling sorry for yourself, Beth barked. Pulling at her bra strap Beth said, get these off and throw them away. Hanging her head Mary sobbed as she took off her bra and slid her panties down. Standing naked, she covered her pussy, and crossed an arm over her tits. Tears rolling down her face she asked,. Initially he looked confused when I handed him a stack ofbackstage passes to the Sarah Carerra concert we would be performing at theschool later this week."What are these for?" he asked me."These are backstage passes for the school concert," I told him. "I have 60passes that I need to pass out today, and I want you to pass out 20 ofthem."He stared at the passes for a moment as he realized what that meant. Then Iwas rewarded with a huge smile that I was hoping for as he looked up at me."Are you.