I held my hands in front of my boobs, my pussy and my ass, alternating as though I’d become embarrassed and couldn’t decide which part I wanted to...hide. This way I showed every part of my body alternately.I looked around and saw everyone was watching me and laughing. Some people started taking videos with their phones. I acted scared and started turning around like I didn’t know what to do. My heart was beating in my throat, but I enjoyed the situation. Then I decided to run after the horse to. It was not a charity organization, a humanitarian relief organization, nor a regular business. One Night Relief was an organization designed with the sole purpose of catering to the whims and fetishes of the elite and powerful. For a price.Musicians, actors, pro athletes, ceos, anyone with plenty of cash to spend on a night of personal pleasure, was welcome here. Complete privacy and secrecy were promised. The ONR would not even vet their clients; it was not their concern what they wanted nor. I couldn't have imagined a more accepting attitude. I couldn'tbelieve this was happening. A mother and son, both wearing hose,sitting together and calmly discussing pantyhose was beyondcomprehension."I'm just shocked and confused that something like this could go on solong without my knowledge. Is there anything else you do that I don'tknow about?" No." Have you tried on my lingerie?" Well, I did try on some of your slips once." Only once?" I think so."My mother smiled knowingly. I didn't want. As I clutched my books to my chest I thought about my friends; there wasAlan, all summer Alan had started to show a keen interest in the latestfashion trends. He was really becoming a fashionisto, he had broughtlots of new outfits ready for school and had gone to the salon yesterdayto get his hair done. His body had started developing as well and I'msure soon he will be a hit with the ladies.I wasn't too bad myself; for my first day I wanted to dress nice but Ialso didn't want to give the girls.