Her escort seemed willing to let Jack carry the ball."They can't make me do that! It would be awful! I'm ... I'm..." Gail stammered."You're a mother w...ho worked hard to get into the Heights for the sake of your children," Jack cut her off. "That's all that matters." But you all look so nice and slim. I don't want anyone to see how bad I look," Gail said, clearly on the verge of tears."Gail," Jack said softly, "how many people have already seen you? We've all been through baring ourselves to our. Again no-one had told her this; she had just been thrown in this cubby indefinitely as far as she was concerned. After she had unsuccessfully tried sleeping on the concrete floor, she felt hungry and realised that food might be in short supply. Another stretch of time and she was beginning to guess that none would be forthcoming. She was starting to get stomach cramps and crouched on the floor in hunger. The guards that occasionally looked unseen through the peephole laughed at the naked. "Lean back in your chair," Danielle instructs me calmly, her hands on my shoulder and wrist, "Didi is a little bit of an artist." Didi is already in front of me, looking intently at my face, concentrating on my eyes and raising a brush, I glance down her top at her super small breasts, then at the array of makeup spread on my desk then up at the girls filming me. Thighs and slender arms and chests and I feel adrenaline and arousal simultaneously.Danielle leans forward, slips a finger between my. It was not my style to hit on women, since back then it was the free love era, and getting laid was just going to happen if you were simply nice to lots of hot girls and didn't act like you were desperate. Her name was Vicky.As I said, I wasn't into hitting on girls much, but I had trouble NOT lusting for Vicky's great big titties. She tended to wear t-shirts and a bra, but they were probably DD with huge nipples that the bra didn't do much to hide under a tight t-shirt. Damn, I wanted to.