Because it wasn't right. It was humiliating to me to admit that I liked being dressed up, that is why I hid it for so long, this was an accident. And ...ow, it seemed I liked to be tied up and fondled as well. I stammered and couldn't answer.After many minutes of humiliating silence, as I knew they were staring at me, probably laughing at my sick little desires, Jennifer said. "Well, it doesn't really matter what you want. We can keep you tied as long as we want."It was true."Or not. But you. Finally Beth said "let's play strip poker!" It took a long time to convince the victims of the plot but after the usual "you're scared" and such they reluctantly agreed. This would be easy for me since I would know what everyone had in their hands. Paula surprised me on the first hand. She was dealt three jacks but threw two of them away.I eavesdropped on her strategy and had to agree with it. She and Beth were going to break the ice to loosen the others up. When she lost she feigned a pout and. Travis got his driver's license and we suddenly had "transportation" without parents. What a change. We were no longer tied to Hank's house or to trips with them. We made the best of it, exploring everywhere, learning where things were, taking whole day road trips to wherever, just so that we would not seem to be so lost if others kids began talking about some place. I don't think we have ever spent as much time together as we did in those few months before school started. And it wasn't much. The niqab girls don’t have the freedom to be like them. But they build a different character behind their black wall, and when you pick her out of that black cloth in the bed, you can truly know what sex is. Their body is a beautiful monument and a rich soul hidden in a black cloth. This girl was one such woman who hid everything behind that black cloth.Her name was Fathima and was my school friend once upon a time. Instagram connected us later. She had a perfect 30-26-28 body. I had forgotten.