"I do, too," Suzanne said. "It gives us plenty of time."The place was cool, and the sound of the rain on the trees was soothing. In only a few yards t...ey'd left the little hut with the door far behind. Suzanne pulled her jacket a little tighter around her—they'd emerged dressed as they'd been on the school bus—and rubbed her arms. The temperature just reinforced how alone she felt.The cabin was just where she'd been told. It had a rustic air to it, almost like a log cabin, with a screened front. " Have you... have you ever photographed... well, I mean, a naked girl?" the young child asked haltingly."Of course," Scott replied."Many?" Plenty," Scott lied in an offhand voice. He had professionally shot three nudes in his brief career, all models."Were they pretty?" the young girl asked eagerly."So-so," Scott responded."As pretty as me?" she demanded in a soft voice as if she dreaded the answer."No, Kathy," Scott laughed. "When I said that you're a beautiful girl, I meant it. With some. .. or could do was play along until then. It didn't take Lynn long to finish with that stage of the humiliation. She treated me as if I were some doll and dressed me up in the frilly pink dress and other little girl clothes, then even did my hair up in pink ribbons. But in spite of the shame, I did nothing. I told myself that it was just because I wanted to let her calm down... but the truth was that I was too scared to do anything. "Oh Mandy," Lynn beamed down at me proudly, "you look SOOO. I kissed her neck and felt her decent sized tits, she moaned. I whispered in her ear "Lift your arms up", as she did I pulled her top off, she was wearing a beautifully frilled cream bra, as I kissed her neck she was gasping and hanging onto my neck, I kissed her shoulders and unclipped her bra, as I slid the straps off her arms, she gasped.Moving my head down to lick her nipples she was moaning, "It's been a long time" she said in between moans, as I continued to lick each nipple she had her.