First there was the matter of a bathing suit. She could more-or-less fit into one of Jody's -- the 'less' being the top, since Carly's tits were bigge... than Jody's even before she became pregnant. But Jody's taste in suits ran to bikinis, Sports Illustrated skimpy or less — sometimes a lot less. We had to search Jody's wardrobe to find something 'modest' enough for Carly to wear, then convince her she didn't want to wear one of the others.Since Carly shared Jody's fair skin, she had to be. He said Ilooked like a hairless baby. He continued laughing and I became more andmore ashamed. I looked down at myself and began to cry as I had allowedthis guy to make me remove my man hair. "Why? Why did you do this to me? I am so embarrassed at myself. I amashamed. Why did you do this to me. What kind of game is this? Why areyou being so mean to me? I thought you were my friend? I can't believethis."I sobbed now uncontrollably. As I fell to me knees in defeat andembarrassment, Justin walked. "I'd hoped that itwouldn't hurt that much." What ... what?" I gasped, feeling so confused and betrayed. "Why wouldyou ... ?"My father partially released me so that he could pull back and turn me toface him. "I didn't want to, but sometimes we have to do things that wedon't want to do."That answer didn't really make much sense, but I nodded anyway. "Kay..." Good girl," my father praised me, rubbing the top of my headaffectionately. "Now, are you ready to fly?"Reminded of the original purpose. No bra, and just a thong. I’d worn a raincoat when I walked out of the house, and got into my car. The coat was in the car, so I could hardly pretend I wandered in by mistake. Fuck, and this only my second night stripping, and working as a hostess. “And you too, but nice to see you,” I said brazening it out. “Look Wendy, would you mind not mentioning to anybody you saw me here. It would’t go down well……….” He left the sentence hanging in the air. “No, no of course not, I won’t say a word. We.