Then she turned me around so I was facing her and pulled my hands away from my body. I was fully exposed to her gaze. She smiled at me, radiating with...maternal pride.“Don’t be shy Val, you have a great body! You really should show it off some more” she said. “Remind me to get something nice for you when we go shopping. What size are you now?”“32B” I murmured, embarrassed by her praise.“I’ll buy you the blackest and skimpiest bikini they have. It’ll make all the boys go crazy”“You don’t have to. Accept my upfront apologies for shifting verb tenses if any have slipped past me.As always, reader feedback is much appreciated. Seriously. It'd be fantastic to hear from anyone. Pretty please?Also if you're under 18 or living in a repressive state, don't read this.The well-to-do, out-of-town guys are easy to spot. They wear cufflinks, and expensive shoes with well pressed slacks. They're hyped up, away from home and spending the company's money like drunken sailors.They're also obnoxious, I. I chose my favorite skirt, a stretchy dark-green cotton mini with blackpolka dots. It fell to about mid thigh, and hugged my ass in a flatteringway.When I was girling, my testicles tended to contract into a smooth,compact hemisphere, and my cock retreated from its business-ready 5-6inches to a 1-inch nub. ("It's so cute!" exclaimed my wife when she firstsaw my package in that state.) I decided to forego panties, reveling inbeing naked and smooth under the skirt.For my top, I chose a black. She had hurriedly towelled herself down and put back on her school clothes. Quickly she left the bathroom and disappeared in to one of the large rooms. Samantha was a little more worldly wise than Nicole and figured that not investigating a noise was the best thing to do. Like her friend she had never come across poverty and had never wanted for anything. Nothing in her closeted life could have prepared her for this. For the first time in her life she realised that she might be in real danger..