(The same as too what prisoners are forced to wear) Kirsty was dressed in a PVC nurses outfit, fishnet stockings and high heels making her 5 foot 6 s...ender figure seeming quite tall and domineering. She had long brown hair with blond highlights which swayed as she walked. Her eyes were emerald green and gave the most piercing stare. She told Rachael not to move as she fastened the shackles around her ankles and then secured the chain around Rachael’s waist. She commanded Rachael to stand. " Please tell me this isn't from a dream or some talking animal." No sir, this is from skills I learned from one of the 'most down to earth' men that ever lived." I'll probably regret this, but I don't like going home empty handed either, so I'll hear you out." He turned and shouted. "Lt. Barber, would you join us please."He waited until the SEAL commander had joined them. "Lieutenant, Mr. Jager here thinks he knows how to find our missing journalists. Go ahead, Mr. Jager you've got one minute. Anyway, I am Rhonda, Rhonda Mead and my younger sister is Sally Mead. I am also only fourteen years old and I just so much want to be a Nudist now. I didn’t realize that until Sally started poking at your ‘sausage’. That’s why I had that little outburst ... sorry ‘bout that ... and seeing you jerk off in the bus just now just convinced me even more that I actually HATE wearing clothes. I want to be free to show my hairless pussy and puffy breasts to the world when and where I like and to. Have a seat. We'll help you get out of those clothes right now.” I sat down in a chair as the cheerleaders surrounded me. “I love aggressive women,” I confessed. “Especially when they happen to be cheerleaders.” “Good,” Ivy said. “As it turns, we happen to love it too.” And the cheerleaders began to grab my clothes and remove them from my body. I breathed heavily as I watched the cheerleaders rip my clothes off of me. My shoes and socks were pulled off my feet and tossed aside while my.