She passed close to me and then I grabbed her hand.Martha opened her eyes wide, but she did not look embarrassed about her own nakedness. She just loo...ed surprised to see me there; but she gave me a nice smile. I offered her a drink and she sat down there, taking a cup of wine.Martha told me she used to go there when James was outside fishing with his friends. She did not like to stay home alone and, making some shows, she earned some extra bucks for her…Martha added that her hubby had been. " I hear mom calling him Barry andme the little sister. I stick my tongue at him as he pulls one of mypigtails lightly. "Mom he's pulling my hair now."Momma is shaking her head hearing the two of us arguing. "Ok ok, go toyour rooms. I put your costumes on your beds so change, then let me seehow they fit. Lil Miley I'll help you with yours." Momma takes my hand andwe walk to my new nursery."I looked and looked and when I saw this costume it seemed perfect for youmy baby girl." I look shocked. Slowly he was stripping her dignity away. She wanted to cry. The sadness that filled her should have brought tears to her eyes. But none came, for she had used up all her tears long ago. Nor did she beg or plead with him. Instead she only hung her head in shame as he began to pull the outfit into position. Each of her bound legs which were little more than stubs as each now ended at her knee, were pulled and pressed into openings in the costume. Slowly both the duct tape and her naked flesh. "For most of the rest of class, we discussed what we had covered so far and what circumstances might call for one technique or another. Near the end of class, we pulled our thin, latex "fingers" out of their plaster molds. A few of us, having some experience with such things, sprinkled the insides with baby powder (from the class supplies) before pulling them out. The others learned why, when the insides of the "fingers" stuck together. Then we pulled the somewhat thicker rubber molds off of.