I put my purse on the counter and throw my keys in the bowl that I keep them in. I take my shoes off and stretch my toes out. I look down at them trap...ped behind the nylon material. I think about how badly I want to get them off; they are starting to bag at the ankles. I look down and notice that my ankles look like elephants legs; my pantyhose are bagged so badly at my ankles. I sit on one of the kitchen chairs and pull them up. Even though I am about to take them off I hate to see that. All I. From the beginning, now. What's this all about?" We HAVE to talk about how I'm going to pay you first," she implored. "I'm in debt. I don't have any money to spend. It's one of the reasons I chose you..." She stopped abruptly, as if she'd said something she shouldn't.He narrowed his eyes. "And just why DID you choose me? What makes ME your first choice out of all the psychologists in the greater St. Louis area?" I read your profile on the internet," she said quietly. "It's because of who you. "Ok, you tell me what you are willing to do for me," I offer."Ok, let me think about it," she said, "right, how about I let you have a copy of the picture of me on the beach last year, you know the topless one." Well that's a start," I said, "ok what about if I lend you my Polaroid camera and a couple of packs of film, then you and Pam take some topless pictures of each other and then you let me have them." How many?" she asked."All of them," I said."No way, you can pick two of each of us, but. Megan stared ather friend in shock. "Is...is that all you're wearing?" she squeeked out.Rob turned around with a wicked grin on his glossy pink lips and asparkle in his blue eyes. His curly golden hair fell about his lovelyface in an unruly mop. He didn't wear any makeup today. In fact, he worelittle else. His round breasts, as stunning as Megan's own, were bare.Their large, puffy nipples were covered by a pair of golden clamps workedinto delicate designs. Three delicate golden chains hung.