"Why haven't you invited him over, SOONER, David?" asked Carol. "You KNOW we like having guests."Sharon had stepped into the kitchen. She had called M...sti and Mary, both. They both, also, laughed out loud when Sharon told them the evening would be "clothing optional. In her laughing, Misti had told her that they would be over as soon as she had douched. Mary had giggled and asked what was going on. Sharon told her about Dave's friend. Mary, also said they would be over as soon as they got their. It's all dull.You do your best to smile and snap photographs as your are told, not paying attention, but doing your job despite despising it in almost every capacity. At least you get to look at scantily clad celebrities. As demure as they all appear, they're dresses all have on explicit purpose. Draw attention. And that is achieved with short hems and steep cleavage. There could be worse things to stare at. However, becoming a glorified photographer was not what you had in mind for your. The boys from these families form a clique, a super elite at Hartford-Abernathy Academy. Once accepted into this group, your future at the academy is assured. However, those not accepted are shunned in polite but terribly effective ways with a code of silence. Those not accepted are ignored by the other boys. They do not exist. Not being part of the elite in-group makes matriculation at the Academy virtually intolerable."Surely, there must be something you can do to be accepted," his mother. Slowly i unclasped my bra and let it slide to the floor, and then reached under the waistband of my thong and pushed them down around my ankles, gingerly stepping out of them and moving them slightly to the side. My head hung low in shame, and i noticed a growing bulge in Masters pants as He sat there staring at me. He reached out for my arm and pulled me towards Him. He was quick and forceful and before i knew it i was laying across His lap, my ass fully exposed. He instructed me to grasp the.