"She's not really stupid, you know, she can't help the way she talks. She's smart enough to get out of going to the Little League games."The elevator ...umped us in the lobby while I pondered this piece of intelligence. We found the bar and found a seat. We ordered. Scotch for him, red wine for me.Both of us, Bob and I, go to way too many Little League games. From what I had just heard, it's possible to send only one of a pair to these contests and still avoid being considered unnatural parents.. Reyna and Rachel were the biggest ones to show how they felt about therumors. They would casually drop hints that payback was a bitch but neverwent over the line to bullying nor did they do it where others couldhear. It was the truth, it was a bit of payback for Monica going afterDonald and Thomas and showing that they were willing to get down anddirty and fight for their friends and unlike Monica, they had deeppockets and were willing to use them to help their friends out.She had to move on. “Put one leg over the other… I want to see some ofthat nice inner thigh in the shot.”Ginny obeyed, and readjusted her long, bare legs, tinystrands of soft pubic hair visible from between herslim thighs. Marty smiled his approval, “Yeah, honey…right there. That’s perfect. Now hold it!”He snapped one shot, popped in another flashbulb, andchanged angles for a second photograph. Ginny wascrimson with embarrassment, praying for this sickeninghumiliation to. Having at last taken off her panties, the girl had then tohold up her skirts and sit on the seat under the mocking eyes of Bridget whowas watching every one of her moves. Awfully mortified, the poor slave had torelieve herself and let a few incongruous noises escape, which made the maidburst out laughing. ?Now, wipe yourself up!? Bridget ordered. ?And do it well,for you?ll have to show me your arse before putting back on your panties!? Showing her anus?! Wouldno humiliation be spared her? She.