I never had to live as "a ward of the state", but there were many times that that option had been considered by the authorities.The first justificati...n to my being abused and neglected was that I was not a wanted member of the family. My brother was "the son", the strong manly son that they had always wanted. I was the other son, the son who had taken the place of the daughter that they should have had.Oh, I knew that part well! I had it hammered into me so often, far too often, so that even. My outfit was a short (mid-thigh) plaid skirt and black thigh-high stockings and a fitted zipped red cotton sweater. Very festive. No bra, no panties. Very naughty. I didn’t tell my hubby, planning on surprising him during the party.The short walk down the street was cold, very cold. And my rock hard nipples stood at attention atop my firm B-cup boobs. It was very obvious that I forgot my bra. Hubby noticed, rolled his eyes and chuckled.Since it was an open house, we just walked in without. Karen set the Polaroid down as it was spitting out the undeveloped shot andpicked up Carol's cheap 35mm automatic camera. It had a bit of film left in itafter Carol had used it to photograph her husband's promotion ceremony earlierin the month. She turned it on and waited for the flash to warm up. "This timeyou'll cup your breasts for me, like you're really proud of them."Carol moved her hands to do as she was told, cupping each breast from underneathand lifting them up slightly. She . I’m not sure that I can do it! I mean, I’ve never done anything like that before! Please Stacey? Please? It would really turn me on! Let me sleep it over OK? OK. Goodnight. sleep tight. You too. I had lied awake for a long time that night wondering what tomorrow would bring and where it would all lead. Sometime during the night I fell asleep.***Shit, Danny!I woke up groggily the next morning with sunlight streaming in through a gap in the curtains and Stacey sitting bolt upright in bed, her.