She contemplated her breasts. They'd definitely grown, the first time they'd done that since she was 16 or so. That had to be because of the baby, but...still...It reminded her of that day in gym when she'd very proudly put on a bra. Her breasts had been budding, starting as little more than just bigger areola, but then developing some flesh to push them out. It was one of the proofs that she was growing up. Girls didn't need bras; women did, and that first day she'd put one on had been a special. “I took ‘em off when I went to the Girl’s room, like, they’re in my pack,”“Oh, God, baby, you’ll get in trouble if someone finds you in school without your panties, you know that,” scolded Rosalind, but her naughty and familiar fingers cupping the girl’s cunt under the short dress belied her attempt at parental sternness.“So who’s checking, Mommy? Seems like just you are. Do you check all the girls for panties?” Giggling naughtily, the girl worked her lips up the naked space between her. " Now wait a minute," Nilsen protested. "It's not up to us to make any decisions for her. Any decision is for her to make, not us!"Makro calmly held up her hand just as everyone started trying to talk at once. The conversation dwindled to nothing as everybody turned to look at her expectantly."Nilsen," she said, "your intentions are admirable, as usual, but unfortunately they don't meld well with reality, also as usual." Nilsen grunted at her, but didn't say anything. Turning to Lavender, Makro. They have video booths, but these booths do not have doors on them, butare cubby holes that allow some privacy by not having the video screenand seating area visible unless you look into the recessed door.I would direct you to dress in your sluttiest outfit. Perhaps I couldbring an outfit to you. It would be a black tube top, a black Lycramicro-mini hip rider skirt that only barely covers your ass cheeks,black thigh-highs, black heels and a bright red G-string panty, so that anybody seeing red.