" I stood there completelynaked holding some type of underwear. It was a crossbetween a thong and a jockstrap. There was a pouchwith a rubber cock rin... attached to the inside of thepouch and a thin black waistband. There was nothing tocover or go over the ass, not even like a string thongor a jockstrap. The whole thing was held up by thewaistband at one end and the cock ring under thepouch. My ass would be completely exposed!"Stop looking at you new clothes, bitch and get in theshower!"I went. It just is not in my makeup. How did I get this way? I wasn't born this way.My father was extremely outgoing and always helping his fellow man. My mother was not as outgoing but never said bad word about anyone. Even though I have a sister, she was born ten years after I was, so basically I was an only child. Later, after my sister's arrival, I became a built-in babysitter when the folks had to go out.My first memories are of living in a farmhouse with no other people within a quarter mile. I. One pair of women were very hostile. Mary thought they were very strange, might have something to hide. There was a pair of guys they visited who were a little scary. They stayed near the door and left quickly.They agreed on a code. When coming to the room with a third person, they would tap the door with the key before unlocking it.Anne got out their screwdriver and fastened a coat hook on the outside of the bedroom door."What's that for?" When you've got a guy in the bedroom, just hang your. " Well, it's not my fault you don't have an undershirt on. Besides, I know you want to see me take my shirt off, and you said that 10 is a fair price for that. Isn't seeing me take my bra off twice as valuable as seeing me take my shirt off?" More like 5 times." I grumbled."Ok, my bra's worth 50 then." Samantha smiled at me as she took 3 more blue chips from the bank. I opened my mouth to say something, but Samantha interrupted. "Why don't you just admit this is fair before my panties are worth.