Mera rang gora or mera figar 38 25 36 he.logo ke kehne ke mutabik me khub sundar hu.khas kar mere stan, log bas use hi dekhte rahte he. Mere pati ek b...de businessman he.Ab me meri ek sachchi kahani batana chahti hu,aap jara dhyan se sunyega.Mere ghar me mere pati aur mere pati ki mummy yani meri sas teen log rahte he or meri sas ab jyada umar ke karan jyada chal nahi sakti isliye woh jyadatar bad par soti rahti he. Ek din mere ghar mere pati ke chacha kuch dino ke liye aye shayad vo unke. The dressing rooms were much nicer than I was used to seeing. Instead of partitions and half-doors they were private cubicles with mirrored walls and chairs. The door closed behind us. There was a "snick" that I took to be a lock. I hoped so anyway because as Jessica began to sort through outfits Nan began to undress me."Nan!" I exclaimed."Oh for heaven's sake Serena. Just shuck down to your bra and panties. We have to try things on and obviously that is not going to happen properly if you are. Then he cruelly asks, "You were about that age when the photo sessions began, right slut?"Despite herself she nods and once inside he slaps her face! Startled she recoils and lifts her arms defensively. Then he gruffly explains that all of her answers must be vocalized. She then is told strip and to do it sexily, in his crude words "make me hard!" She tries but he is obviously displeased and orders her across his knees.She is slow to obey as fear courses through her body. And to add to that. Her modesty disappeared as her sheer black stockings and garters slid into view!Responding to the mild applause, Megan went further, teasing the men as we walked by, pulling her skirt ever higher until her black lace panties appeared! The crowd stopped passing and Megan moved to the music, finally pulling her skirt right up to her hips! The band joined in and picked up the beat. I tried to keep up, but noone paid me any attention. We all just stared as Megan slid her hands along her gartered.