The First "Secret, Girls-Only Meeting"

"Girls, come over here to meet Tammy." I said to the models as we drank our soft drinks and munched on pizza. The "grown-ups" were having boring food in the upstairs dining room, but Ms. Ginny and I brought the girls down here, along with Ellen and Charlotte, the two lady photographers. Tammy had just arrived and the girls had been checking her out, wondering who the pretty young woman was. She was much taller than any of them at five feet, eight, and looked like a college girl.

Ms. Ginny said, "Tammy is a real fashion model and is here to help us train you. We'll have lots of fun together, won't we, Tammy?"

She said, "Yes! I've seen your videos and each of you is very cute ... and very sexy."

Diane and Brittany looked at each other. Sally tilted her head. Tammy noticed their puzzled looks, and said, "I've seen the hour-long video on each of you. Your portfolio videos." Then she looked at me to explain.

"Tammy and all of the photographers here tonight have seen a picture album and a video which we compiled on each of you, our cutest, most obedient models." I smiled, "They approved of each of you and want to use you in their various photo ads, magazines, advertisements, or web sites. It's such a compliment to be chosen. They approved you before we invited you here for the weekend."

The girls were smiling, but still seemed unsure, so I said, "Three months ago we started interviewing fifteen girls to possibly be models for our program - the panty and lingerie ads, and the web sites and magazines in other countries where such things are allowed. And only you five were chosen. Your mothers know that you will be posing for panty ads, and even getting spankings for the cameras with your panties pulled down. They saw pictures. They told you to come here, didn't they?"

"Yes." The girls answered, thinking things over.

"And your mothers told you to come here and pose for the cameramen, didn't they? And they knew you would be pulling your panties down for the cameras. Right?" Asked Ms. Ginny.

"Yes." Now the girls were nodding, too.

Ms Ginny asked Diane, "Do you remember when I showed your mother the picture of you from behind; the picture where you were bending over for a spanking with your panties pulled part way down, stretched between your thighs? The picture had Japanese script on one side of the ad. We could all see your pussy from behind because you were bending over. Do you remember what I asked your mother and what she said?"

Diane replied, "You told Mom that some of the pictures were borderline naughty but those pictures would only be seen in certain kinds of magazines overseas. You told her that she would get an extra hundred dollars if she gave you permission to let them publish that picture in a magazine. Then Mommy looked at it again and said it would be OK. And she told me to do as I was told because those pictures would only be seen in other countries."

"Very good memory!" said Ms. Ginny. "Yes, she told you to pose however we said and she knew some of the pictures would show your bare bottom."

Ginny and I looked at each of the girls, and they nodded.

"So we made a video collection on each of you from those early sessions." I explained, "That way other cameramen in other parts of the world can choose you to model panties, lingerie, nightgowns, shoes, hosiery, swim suits, and other specialty clothing. Why would they choose you? Because you are so pretty and obedient. Because they have seen your cute figures while they weren't hidden under clothing. Close ups. That way they know that you would be perfect to model the items they will be sending us. You've seen pictures in the newspapers of young girls modeling clothes and swimming suits. But you're modeling things that are sold in other countries. Panty fashions for girls in Japan for example."

The girls were smiling and nodding as I talked.

Stacey asked, "But do you mean that the men upstairs and some other men saw us naked in those videos?" She was smiling, scissoring her knees back and forth, as if she had to go to the bathroom.

I smiled, "Yes, Stacey. Lots of men saw you pull down your panties. They saw close ups of your bare pussy and fanny. They watched you undress and act silly before you put on a different pair of panties." I looked at the girls. "Lots of men saw each of you undress for the cameras. Think about the things you did in front of the cameras over the last two or three months - including your very first day. But these pictures and videos have mostly been seen by men, or boys, or women in other countries - where such things are legal. They don't know you're American girls. They probably think you're Russian, or Australian, something like that. A few hundred men, boys, or women paid the websites or bought the magazines so they could watch you pull down your panties. ... Pull down your panties, get spankings, try on different panties and bras. It's because they want to pay to see your bodies that we can afford to pay your mothers so much while you are doing the modeling."

I looked at their faces, "How many of you undressed in front of the video cameras, and walked around wearing only your high heeled shoes?"

Every girl held up her hand, looking around to see that the other girls were also holding up their hands.

"And how many of you flipped up your skirt and pulled your panties down and then bent over the arm of the couch with your feet apart so you could get a spanking?"

Again, they all held up their hands.

"And was it fun - taking off your clothes and acting silly for the cameras? - dancing, getting ready for spankings, pretending to be on M-TV, perking up your breasts for the camera, things like that? Was it fun being sexy for the cameras?"

"Yes." Sally and Brandi giggled, remembering ways they acted silly for the cameras without any clothes on except their high-heeled shoes.

"That's right. And some of you even got front spankings for the camera, so we could prove that you models are very obedient. The cameramen especially like to watch the front spankings when we helped you get swollen. The men and boys and even some women paid extra just to watch you get swollen."

The girls were absolutely quiet. Smiling, beginning to squirm more. I continued. "Stacey, they watched you pull down your panties and turn around and pull your fanny open towards the camera. Do you remember doing that? Pulling your fanny open and then trying to spank yourself with one hand while you pulled open with the other hand?"

Stacey said, "Yes."

Ms. Ginny looked at our youngest model, "And Brandi, they saw the video of you peeing with your knees wide apart while you sat on the toilet and looked at the camera. Do you remember that? You got some on the floor."

Brandi said, in her quiet southern accent. "Yes. I remember. It was funny. Some was getting on the floor but I kept peeing with my knees apart. Kind of leaning back while I peed." She was smiling, but didn't start giggling.

Ms. Ginny tilted her head towards the girl and smiled, "And do you remember when you asked me to let you try on another panties - just so you could pull them down for another spanking? We did that three times."

"Yes." She replied.

Then I said, "And Dianne and Stacey - we've gotten fan mail from the men and women who watched the videos of your spankings ... back and front. Each of you held your legs apart while Ms. Ginny or I spanked your front - to make you swell up. You were lying right in front of the camera, remember? You twitched and squirmed around, but kept opening your knees again for the next tap. And then it became your 'treat' for following directions. We spanked your pussies in front of the camera until you got all swelled up. And you liked it, didn't you?"

"Yes." They answered quietly, while squirming more.

I looked at Brittany, "And Brittany, the men loved to watch you perk up your breasts - pinching and pulling them so they jiggle and snap back into place."

I looked at each girl individually. "They liked watching each of you hop up and down to make your breasts jiggle. Now the cameramen know you have real breasts and are not just wearing padded bras."

"I'm very proud of each of you." I said. The girls all smiled. Sally was blushing. Brandi was stifling her giggles. They were all squirming and fidgeting. "So the five of you are our stars this year. Your mothers will get lots of money and you will get clothes and presents. I doubt if any people in this country have seen your videos or pictures, but people in other parts of the world will be enjoying them for years." I motioned for them to stand closer to me.

The smiling girls gathered around me. Ms. Ginny, Tammy, and the two women photographers stood behind them. I lowered my voice - as if sharing a secret. "Tonight you girls can join our Secret Shiva Sisterhood. I'll explain more later. The men photographers have all seen your videos and pictures, but they don't know that you know about so many other people seeing them. They think you don't know that lots of other men and women around the world have watched you undress. Let's keep this our secret, OK?"

"OK." The girls whispered back, excitement in their faces.

"Good. Pretend you don't know that hundreds of people may be watching you get those spankings. Back and front spankings. Videos, and pictures in magazines. All those men and boys seeing your bare breasts, bottoms, and pussies. They will see close-ups of your pussies as each of you 'swells up' for the cameras. Some pictures will be in magazines in other countries."

I stood up, but continued to talk in a hushed voice, "Undress slowly from now on. Pull your panties part way down and then back up before finally pulling them all the way down and taking them off. Pretend you're shy, but then let them see your bare pussies. Act shy at first, then show your pussies and fannies to the cameras. Remember: these pictures and videos will only be shown or put in magazines or websites in other countries where these things are legal. When you're pinching and pulling on your nipples, remember that hundreds of men and boys will you naked."

The girls were all squirming and listening intently. "Secrecy is a key to joining The Secret Shiva Sisterhood. Secrets from the men, but not from each other. Over the course of this weekend we'll teach you many things. Secret things.

"Tonight we're going to play more games. More visitors will arrive later tonight. Men and women who want to take pictures of you wearing the special fashions they will be bringing. Some will want to play "pretend" games with you - like where you pretend that you're a prisoner all tied up, or that you're a naughty schoolgirl who needs a spanking, things like that. Some of the cameramen want to watch two of you pretend to be a boy and a girl - kissing and touching each other, while the pretend boy stays dressed as he undresses you. You can each take turns being the boy."

I studied the faces as they considered these things. Each of the girls seemed lost in her fantasies - a vague smile on her face.

After a moment of silent contemplation, I said, "Tammy, step up on the box, remove your skirt, and pull your panties to your knees."

She smiled, stepped up on the platform box - three feet wide, two feet long, and a foot high. She quickly unsnapped her skirt and pulled down her panties to reveal her perfectly smooth pussy. The girls stared at it.

Tammy turned around for them. "I'm bald as a baby." Tammy said. "Front and back. Men just love that." She looked balder up close than our preteen models!

I said, Girls - all of you take - off your panties and skirts so we can look at each other. Just us girls. That's it." They all stepped out of their panties and unsnapped their skirts, watching each other. I had Tammy stand on one of the foot-high boxes, built as posing pedestals, so we could look at her closely. She turned around so the girls could see her from every angle. I had her bend over and pull her fanny open. The girls looked closely in complete silence.

"We'll touch her in just a minute. Tammy, pull your fanny open wider. That's it." I patted her bottom. "We will each take a turn on the box while the rest of us look and take turns putting our fingers in...." I didn't finish the sentence and let my words hang in the air.

"In where?" Stacey asked, smiling, looking at Tammy's pulled-open bottom, and the popped open entrance to her vagina. All five girls were bending towards Tammy's fanny and the underside of her bald pussy. "Look closely." I said. "Not a hair anywhere." I looked at the girls. Tammy's vagina was glistening with her excitement.

I said, "We'll take turns touching her and putting our fingers in, but first ... Ms. Ginny, set up the cameras. This is part of our initiation ceremony. You will each get to join the Secret Shiva Sisterhood if you follow our directions." The girls looked closely at Tammy's bottom. I gave them permission to touch her. First Stacey and then the others felt her legs, the outside of her pussy lips, and her fanny cheeks.

Ms. Ginny set up the video camera on the tripod so it would be hips-high behind the model on the pedestal. Ellen gently scooted Dianne to one side so she wouldn't block the camera.

Ms. Ginny would hold the digital video camera off to the side to get views of the girls who were examining the model. Ms. Ginny would zoom in on the girls' faces while the camera fixed on the tripod would get a wider scene of whichever girl was standing on the box.

None of the girls questioned the use of cameras. None of them appeared to notice the cable running from the tripod camera across the floor to a hole in the baseboard.

"Each of you will get a turn to stand on the pedestal while the rest of us examine you and put our fingers in."

Stacey repeated her question, "In where?"

I laughed and Ellen hugged Stacey around her shoulders. Ms. Ginny was undoubtedly zooming in on Stacey's face when I said, "First her pussy, and then in her fanny. Take your time Stacey. Watch how she does it, girls."

The other girls stepped back so Stacey could be right behind Tammy. I said, "Stacey, you can tell her to bend over farther or to pull her fanny open wider for you. Push all the way in her pussy a few times. Not too fast. Get your finger wet and slippery in Tammy's pussy. You might not need to put more lubricant on your finger to push it in her anus. We'll see how slippery your finger is after you do her pussy for a little while."

Stacey had a grin on her face and looked hungrily at Tammy's open pussy just a foot from her face. Stacey said, "Bend over farther, Tammy."

Tammy did as directed.

Stacey said, "Good girl!" and patted Tammy on her bottom. "Pull your fanny open wider. Legs a little wider. Are you ready?"

Tammy said, "Yes, Mam."

I reminded the girls again about the importance of following directions and being polite, saying 'Yes, Sir,' or 'Yes, Mam' while doing whatever the photographer says.

Stacey looked at me, "Can I put my finger in her now?"

"Ask Tammy if she's ready, and if she is, then push your finger in slowly. Always start slowly girls, until your finger is wet and slippery. Stacey is also doing a good job, giving orders. It's part of our acting training. You will each get a chance to 'be the boss' sometimes. You have to take charge when we tell you. It's part of our secret club rules. We'll teach you."

Stacey said, "Bend over more! Pull your fanny open wider for me. Good girl! Are you ready for my finger now, Tammy?" Her right had was sliding up and down Tammy's pussy trough, playing with Tammy's magic button - circling and flicking across it - almost like a miniature punching bag.

Ginny, Ellen, and I exchanged knowing glances. Stacey enjoyed being in charge. She wasn't acting. Ellen kept the path between the camera and Tammy's bottom, standing beside the big camera on the tripod. We had given her instructions on zooming and panning.

Tammy bent farther over and pulled her ass open wider. "I'm ready for your finger, Mam."

Stacey pushed her finger in quickly. All the way in. The girls watched closely as Stacey's finger went all the way in Tammy's vagina. In and out. In and out.

The room was quiet and we all heard Tammy moan, "Ummmm. Unngh. Oooooh."

Each time Stacey pushed her finger in, Tammy moaned again.

I asked Stacey if Tammy's pussy felt tight. After she said it did I said, "your finger is probably slippery enough to push in her bottom, but remember to push slowly up her anus. "Only push in part way. After a few times, when her anus is slippery, then you can push all the way in, Stacey."

It only took her three tries to get her right index finger all the way in Tammy's tight, bald ass. I asked Stacey which hole felt tighter.

"Her butthole is lots tighter. I can feel her squeezing my finger, kind of like she can relax it or make it even tighter."

"Very good, Stacey. Good observation. And you did a good job giving her directions. Didn't Stacey do a good job, Girls?"

They all agreed and seemed eager to try it for themselves. I gave the girls a reminder, "It's ok to put a finger in another girl's vagina and then into her anus, but once you've put your finger in her anus then don't put it back in her vagina again until you wash your hands. I suggest you use plenty of lubricant..." and I held up one of the tubes of special, thick lubricant. "And Ellen has a box of anti-bacterial wet wipes, so be sure to wash off your hands before you put your finger back in her vagina after you had it in her anus. If you want to, that's fine. Just remember our good hygiene rules."

And Charlotte, the quiet, older female photographer with us, said, "Use plenty of lubricant the first time you put your finger up somebody's anus. You can wipe off the excess later."

The girls were cleaning their fingers with the sudsy wipes, eager to get started.

When I asked who wanted to finger Tammy next, they all held up a hand. But we took turns and soon everybody had practice giving directions and fingering Tammy. Ms. Charlotte wiped any excess lubricant off Tammy's anus between girls.

Tammy stood up. She stepped down and joined us.

I said, "Now it's time for each of you to get a turn on the box, but first let me slide two boxes together. I'll pick two girls at a time so we can compare pussies. We'll notice some of the factors the photographers and clothing designers have to consider. You might think that all pussies are alike, but actually every one is different. Our pussies and breasts are all different. Let's take closer looks."

I took Sally's hand. "Sally, you step up on the box first. Face us. Good girl. Just stand still."

I looked at the other girls and then took Brittany's hand and helped her step up next to Sally. I said to the other three girls, "Just look at their pussies for now. We'll touch them in just a minute. Sally and Brittany, Let Charlotte help you take off your blouses and training bras.

Sally and Brittany stood self-consciously in front of their peers, wearing only the high heels and lacey ankle socks. Sally had her hands in front of her pussy, turning a blotchy red all over - especially visible on her tummy and chest - her tan lines were stark.

I smiled at Sally and put her hands to her side. "Let them look at you Sally. You're a beautiful, young girl. We'll all take turns standing on the boxes. We can't have secrets from each other." She smiled and blushed brighter. I had them turn around several times - stopping so the other three could compare side views, then rear, and then front again.

After a minute of silent observation with my hands directing them, I said, "Look closely at each pussy. See how Sally's lips are puffy? She is still swollen from a front spanking upstairs just a little while ago. And look at Brittany's pussy. You can see her clitoral ridge even with her feet together. I had Sally stand with her feet farther apart and we still could not see her clitoral ridge. I felt the pussies. Both were wet, but Sally's was almost dripping as her red, mottled skin continued to glow. I led the girls through a comparison of their breasts. Brittany's were much bigger - jutting straight out - bigger than large lemons. Sally's were rounder and flatter, but her nipples were puffier. Sally's nipples were such a light pink they blended with her skin while Brittany's were a dark pink - nipples erect as I touched them with the girls watching closely.

I gently tugged on the almost invisible, reddish pubic hairs above Sally's crack. Then I tugged on Brittany's sparse blond bush, which wasn't thick enough to be considered a "bush" yet. "I also want you to feel each other's pubic hairs. Off they go tomorrow! In the morning we'll shave each of you."

I stepped to the side, "OK, Girls, you may feel them now. Just their breasts and pussies. Don't put your fingers up their vaginas yet. Not yet. Not until each of you has a turn to get examined."

The three girls felt them as directed. Diane and Jamie felt their breasts first, while Stacey when right to the pussies. I suspected she did slip a finger part way up each vagina. She especially seemed to enjoy massaging Sally's puffy pubic mound with her right hand, while feeling Sally's breast with her left.

We continued comparing two at a time until each girl had been up on a box twice ... so they were familiar with some of the things the "photographers" had to consider when designing fashions for these preteen girls.

Then Ms. Ginny and I slid the massage table over in front of the camera, after Ellen and Charlotte moved the two boxes against the wall.

"Brandi, hop up!" I had Brandi get up on the table and lay back on a towel, just like a baby and we were going to change her diapers. I had her hold her legs up on either side of her head and we all looked at her pussy and anus. Tammy ran her finger down each side of Brandi's youthful pussy. The lips and anus were bald except for a few fine, longer, blond hairs at the top of her pussy. Brandi's ten-year-old pussy was quite wet. I don't know if the girls noticed, but Tammy, Ms. Ginny, the two adult women photographers and I certainly noticed how wet she was. None of us commented on it, but discussed how cute it would look after shaving it in the morning. Brandi also had the biggest pubic mound, even bigger than Sally's who was several inches taller and ten pounds heavier. I had her lay flat on the edge of the table and explained that her mound protruded out very far, which made her an excellent model. Her full lips extended up to the front of her mound. Tammy and then each girl flicked a finger back and forth across the closed lips and made a "bbb - bbb - bbb" sound as if flicking the lips on her mouth while humming. Brandi giggled as each girl strummed across her lips.

I had each girl take a turn on the table with legs up - so we could all see her open pussy and anus.

Then I had the girls stand around me again. "Tonight some of you may get to see a grown-up dick. Tomorrow sometime, Tammy and one of the twenty-year-old male photographers might demonstrate things for you girls. But tonight some of you might get a private lesson when we play games after our Limbo Party."

I motioned for them to stand still. "Seeing a naked man is part of joining our Secret Shiva Sisterhood. You will each learn many things this weekend. You will also be earning money for your mothers and families. But these things will be our secrets. You must promise. Now we'll do the first part of our ceremony."

Ms. Ginny said, "We'll be done with this first part of your initiation in about twenty minutes. Then we're going back upstairs to play with the photographers. You'll get to try on your new panties and bras - one at a time - in front of our video cameras and for the whole group. Remember to act shy at first. Then show your pussy to the camera and perk up your breasts before putting on your bra and finally your new panties. Take your time and remember that there could be a thousand men and boys watching your video within the next couple of months. Seeing you bare and up close. Turn around for the camera before and during dressing. They want to see your fanny, too. Once you have on the new panties and bras, we'll do the limbo dance game."

Then I bent down towards their faces and said. "OK. This will be our secret. Don't tell your mothers, friends ... don't tell anybody. OK?"

"OK." They said.

"I'm going to tell you some secrets, but first you each have to promise to keep a secret. If you promise, then you'll get to come back here for more modeling weekends. Your Moms will get lots of money and you'll be helping your families. They think you're just modeling. We'll show your mothers some cute pictures of you modeling swim suits, panties, and fashion lingerie. Some of those pictures will be in magazines in other countries. But some of our pictures and videos will only be seen in other countries."

I looked at them seriously. "Hold up your hand if you want to show your bare pussy to the cameras and to the men who will be looking at you."

Stacey's hand shot up. Soon each of the girls, except Sally, was holding up her hand. Sally looked at them and blushed. Then she smiled and held up her hand, too.

I smiled, feeling sincere relief that all was going according to plan. "Excellent! Now, I want each of you to promise me you can keep this a secret until you're older than your mothers are now."

I had each girl promise, out loud, one at a time. They knew I was serious. They wanted to come back. They wanted to help their families. Each girl had strict orders to cooperate.

"Very good!" I smiled and stood up straight. "Now, to seal our promise, each of us - and it's just us girls - our secret meeting ... Each of us will kiss everybody here in the room. Not a fast kiss, but a long slow kiss. Ms. Ginny will video our secret pledge ceremony, but you need to kiss her, too. You girls will kiss and touch each other and Tammy in front of the cameras, and then kiss and touch us four older adults - but not on camera. This will prove that you are in our secret club."

Ms. Ginny had moved the camera fixed onto the tripod to the side of the room away from the mirrors. The room was well lit. I motioned for Tammy to stand in front of the camera.

"First each of you will kiss Tammy. You can stand on the short box on the floor so you will be face to face. Remember: take your time. Kiss her like you mean it. This is a solemn promise. You will each kiss everybody else in this room. Then we're Secret Sisters."

Ms. Ginny had the shorter, six-inch high box in front of Tammy and adjusted her camera to the level of Tammy's head. I said, "Who wants to go first?"

To nobody's surprise, Stacey held up her hand.

I waited, looking at the girls. Soon all had a hand in the air. "Sally, you go first."

She blushed brightly but stepped up on the box. Tammy put her arms around her and looked into her face. Tammy began kissing her on the lips. Her hands went slowly up and down Sally's back - from fanny to shoulders. In a few seconds we could all see that Sally began kissing back - also moving her arms up and down Tammy's spine.

I said, "These are serious kisses. You girls have all your clothes off except for your shoes. Good. Now the four of us older women will take off our panties. We'll leave our other clothes on."

I reminded everyone, "these kisses are our pledges to each other to keep our vows to the Secret Shiva Sisterhood. You can't tell anyone who is not a member about what we do and what we know. We will watch Tammy and Sally demonstrate, then we'll each kiss and feel each other."

Then Tammy began fondling Sally's hard-boiled-egg size, perky breasts. A moment later, while still kissing, Sally surprised us and started feeling Tammy's breasts. I knew the men upstairs watching the monitors were enjoying this as much as the girls. None of the girls were wearing skirts or panties and soon they were feeling each other between the legs while still kissing. Ms. Ginny pulled the camera back and aimed down to their hands on each other's pussies. I noticed the other girls squirming silently, watching.

"Very good." I said, "OK, Stacey. Your turn." I helped Stacey up onto the box to kiss Tammy. Ellen led Sally over to the side of the room and began kissing and feeling her. The girls looked from couple to couple.

After everyone had kissed Tammy, we put Brandi on the small box so everyone could stand next to the box to kiss her at mouth-to-mouth level. While she kissed Diane, I reminded the girls that they had to kiss everyone in the room, including the adults. Then I pulled Sally aside and started kissing her. As soon as my tongue flicked across her firm lips, she opened her mouth to me. She kept kissing while I felt her breasts and pussy, but she seemed reluctant to touch me until I took her hand and put it under my knee length skirt. Sally seemed surprised that I didn't have on panties either, even though she had seen us pull them off. Her awkward fingers explored my Mohawk haircut, and shaved lips, before venturing farther inside. I waited for her to probe inside before I did the same. God! I had been dreaming of exploring her pussy with my finger. I could hardly stifle the sounds of my excitement as we fingered each other, still kissing passionately. We didn't bother to feel each other's breasts. Then I had to let the girl go so we could both change partners. Perhaps later on....

"Good. Excellent. You're doing it right. Now we'll all kiss and feel each other's pussies. This pledges us to help each other. Get your fingers wet with each other. Keep changing."

It was quiet in the room again, except for the muffled sounds of female passion, as we continued to change partners, fingers wet with each other. Ms. Ginny was kissing Brittany, Ellen and Stacey were tightly embraced, and the Charlotte, with her English accent, was now with the more serious, southern Brandi.

I turned on soft music, so the girls wouldn't be so aware of the sounds they were making. Soon everyone had kissed everyone else. The group was subdued.

I held up a finger next to my cheek, a signal for them to listen. "Now - don't let the men photographers here know that you know about all those men and boys who will enjoy looking at your little, bare pussy. Don't let on that you know hundreds of men and women around the world will watch you get spankings or see you pull your fanny open for the cameras; that they will watch you undress and pinch your breasts...."

Stacey held up her hand. Waited to be called on. I nodded at her. "You mean boys might see us, too?"

"I doubt it Stacey, especially in this country, but maybe in some other countries where the laws aren't so tight. Maybe some boys will look at the magazines their dads, uncles, or older brothers bring home. So maybe some teenage boys somewhere will see pictures of you on your hands and knees with your knees wide apart. They might see pictures of you laying on your back and touching your breasts or your pussy. Maybe."

I looked at the other girls. "How many of you have looked through naughty magazines you found while you were babysitting, or visiting friends or relatives?"

Each of the girls held up her hand.

"Right. So, even though you aren't old enough to buy those kinds of magazines, you've seen them. And maybe some boys in other countries will look at pictures of you someday. That's all I'm saying."

Ms. Ginny said, "Tomorrow and Sunday we girls will reconvene for our next secret meeting. Meanwhile, if any of you has questions or need to talk about anything, just talk to any of us females. We're sisters now. Young and old. Tonight a few of you might help Tammy while she helps one of the men cameramen relieve tension. She will explain then what it means to help a man relieve tension. And tomorrow we will all get to see some naked men up close. It will be one of our fun games. But we won't know whose penis we are dressing up in doll clothes."

Tammy smiled as she pulled up her panties. "You'll see that a penis is nothing to be afraid of. We'll play games with them."

The girls were all putting on their new panties and bras. I said, "Before we go back upstairs, remember that tomorrow morning we're going to shave each of you." I smiled at Brandi's puzzled look. "Yes, we'll shave your pussy, too, Brandi, even though we can hardly see those angel hairs at the top of your crack."

I said, "Tonight we'll all have fun. It's a party. After the Limbo Dance game we'll split up and go play games or do modeling with some of the photographers. You're the stars tonight!"

We all got dressed, refilled our soft drinks, and went upstairs for more snacks and to get ready for the Limbo Dance Game. The men were glad to see us. Ellen and Ms. Charlotte headed to the bar for something stronger to drink. The girls were each taken by one of the men. They got more snacks, or showed off their newest panties, or sat on someone's lap.