While Marnie and Barbara were beginning their resort vacation in the
Mediterranean, Roger and Brenda were left behind in the good old U.S. of A.
Roger worked at the office during the week and on projects around the house
he had been putting off, on the weekend.  Brenda had a job looking after
Jimmy Crandel, a kid in the neighborhood, while his parents were away in
Las Vegas for the weekend.  Jimmy had a major crush on Brenda, and she
liked to toy with that.  She enjoyed baby-sitting at the Crandel's because
it always left her feeling special. 

Brenda went to the airport Friday evening with Jimmy and the Crandels, so
Jimmy could say "good bye", then drove Jimmy and herself back in their car.
She stopped for ice cream on the way back.  Jimmy was staring at her the
whole time, smiling whenever Brenda made eye contact with him.   "So is
there anything special you want to watch or do tonight?"  Brenda asked
driving home. 

"You bet, but TV wasn't what I was thinking."  Jimmy responded. 

"What then?" 

"Let's play house."  Jimmy offered. 

"House?  Isn't that a young girl's game?" 

"Well, I was thinking more like real life, like pretending to be my mom and
dad. You be the mom and I'll be the dad.  It's our house and we can just
pretend we own it.  What do you think?"  Jimmy asked. 

"Well, we could give it a try, and I could see what you have in mind."
Brenda said, pulling up to the house. 

"Great!" Jimmy said, as he got out of the car. 

Once inside, Brenda asked,  "Did your mom mean for me to use the small
guest room, or the office with the bed?" 

"If we were to play house like my mom and dad, you could use their room." 

"Oh, I wouldn't feel right about that." 

"Why not?  They aren't using it and it is the best bed in the house." 

"We'll see." 

"You want to see what I did?"  Jimmy asked excited. 

"Sure, show me." 

"Come and sit right here."  Jimmy said referring to the couch.  "I'll be
right back." 

When he returned, he sat down on the couch as close as he could so he was
almost crowding her.  He had a scrapbook that he had decorated and opened
it to the first page.  There began the pictures of the modeling session he
had recorded on Polaroid pictures from the week before.  Brenda was
somewhat embarrassed to look at the pictures, but took the book from him
and turned the page to see more, and said, "Jimmy, I don't think we should
have done this."  

She closed the book and saw the homemade title pasted on the cover,
"Goddess Brenda".  "Oh, he is so innocent and open with his feelings, it is
so cute.  Com'on lighten up.  You are making his world special.  Go along
with it."  She coached herself. 

"Oh please Brenda.  I think you are the prettiest woman in the whole world,
and you are one of the few people who is nice to me."  Jimmy said pleading.

Brenda put her arm around him, "You're pretty special yourself."  Jimmy
took it as an opportunity to lean his head in onto her breast, and put his
arm across her stomach for a momentary sideways cuddle. 

"So what were you thinking when you said you wanted to play house?" 

"Well, I sometimes watch my parents when they don't know I'm awake.  We
could just act like them." 

"Well, what would they be doing at 8:45 Friday night?" 

"I'd still be up, so they would be reading or watching TV with me." 

"What time would they be alone?" 

"I can usually talk my way up to ten o'clock no problem.  If I act
interested in the TV show they're watching, I can make it eleven." 

"Well, let's say it is that time now, what would they be doing?" 

"Well, I'd sneak back down to watch them on this couch, or in their room.
They'd probably take their clothes off down in the laundry room and tease
each other by grabbing or tickling each other.  Do you want to do that?" 

"The laundry room hunh?"  Brenda thought out loud.  "Let's do a load of
wash." 

Jimmy took her hand and led her to the laundry room.  There they both
started taking off their clothes down to their underwear, and tossed them
into the washing machine. Jimmy reached up under Brenda's arm and tickled
her armpit as she was trying to set the timer.  "You little dickens."  She
exclaimed, as she turned and mercilessly tickled his sides.  Jimmy squeezed
his elbows to his sides laughing and wriggled uncontrollably, running in
place, as he tried to back away from her fingers.   Her fingers were moving
to his belly as he gained range, but he was bending forward now 
that he was up against the wall.  Brenda then went for his neck, which
caused him to wriggle like a marionette. 

Jimmy ducked to get away from this new onslaught, and reached for her
knees, the only things he could see and get his hands on.  He started
squeezing her above her kneecaps and found her to be particularly sensitive
there.  Her hands now stopped tickling him and started trying desperately
to push him away.  "No Jimmy stop. Please not there.  No Please."  He
stopped, and then he went for her sides while she was trying to catch her
breath.  She dropped to the floor, squealed, and kicked. "Oh stop.  I'm
going to get you.  Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy, (squeal), Jimmy please stop." 

Jimmy stopped.  They laughed a few moments, then lay next to each other,
Brenda's arms straight out at her sides and Jimmy's head lying on her upper
arm looking at her, blushing, heart pounding, briefs tenting, hand reaching
slowly, tentatively toward her left breast, scooting his body up to her
side, his right leg moving over and landing between her outstretched legs,
smelling her skin, then touching the fabric of her bra . . . Brenda opened
her eyes, smiled, ran her fingers through his hair on the side of his face,
kissed his forehead, and broke the reverie with, "So, what do you say we
pop some popcorn and check out the tube."  She said, as she gently
reclaimed her arm, leg, and breast. 

They got up, prepared some snacks and made for the couch.  Brenda sat with
her legs up under her sort of sidesaddle, and Jimmy had his left hand and
chin on her shoulder, as they sparred over the offerings on cable.  Nobody
mentioned it, but they both enjoyed the skin-to-skin contact.  Brenda
particularly enjoyed the cuddling instincts Jimmy was growing uninhibitedly
in displaying. 

At eleven, Brenda said, "Now you are going to have to go to bed.  I
promised your parents that you would get enough sleep." 

"Okay, but let's get you set up to go to bed first."  Jimmy said standing
up first and waiting for Brenda to join him up the stairs. 

Brenda got up and took her bag upstairs following Jimmy.  "In here." He
said. 

"This looks like your parents room, Jimmy.  I can't stay in here." 

"Look, it has the best bed, the best bathroom, and you can take your pick
of my mom's clothes." 

"Jimmy, I could never do that." 

"Come here.  Look.  It's a Jacuzzi tub.  It has jets.  It will get you
really relaxed for bed.  Now look here."  He pulled out a drawer in the
walk in closet and showed Brenda his mom's stash of transparent delicates.
"Something like this would look unbelievable on you."  He said, holding up
a pink teddy.  "Maybe you'd even let me photograph you while you model some
of these for my book." 

"Maybe tomorrow.  Tonight I've got to get you to bed."  She insisted, as
she took the garment from him and started to lead him by his arm to his
room. 

"But wait, I have to take a bath first." 

"This sounds like a stall." 

"No really.  I take one every night.  My mom used to wash my back for me.
Would you wash my back for me?" 

"If it will get you to bed quicker, okay."  Brenda said, making a motion to
leave the room. 

"No, I'm going to do it in here.  This bathtub is much better." 

As the water filled, he ran off and brushed his teeth while Brenda snuck a
peek at Mrs. Crandel's stash. 

"Brenda?  Oh here you are; are you going to help me?" 

"Sure Jimmy.  I'll be right there." 

"Com'on Brenda, this thing is big enough for both of us." 

"Really Jimmy, I haven't taken a bath with someone else since I was younger
than you." 

"Well give it a try.  I think it could be fun.  I'll do your back for you
too." 

Brenda was finding him so adorable, she decided to give in.  She took off
her bra and underwear and stepped in.  They sat at opposite ends of the tub
knees up and arms resting on the edges.  "Gee Brenda, you really are
pretty." 

"Pretty?" 

"No, I mean beautiful, really beautiful." 

"Thank you Jimmy.  You know, you are going to be a pretty good catch
yourself." 

"Your boobs are really special. . . I know why women have boobs, but why
are your nipples bigger than mine?" 

"Well, that's because my babies will be sucking on them for their milk." 

"Yeah but, why do I have them then, I guess is what I mean?" 

"You know, you've got me there." 

"Would it be okay with you if I touched one to see what if feels like?" 

"If you do it nicely, I guess it would be okay."  Brenda allowed. 

Jimmy got up on his knees and slowly extended his hand to her left breast.
"Wow, these feel great.  Are they full of milk now?" 

"No, that doesn't happen until I have the baby." 

"Is it okay if I get behind you to see what it would be like to have
breasts for myself like yours?" 

"I guess so, what do you mean?" 

"Let me show you."  Jimmy said as he stood, stepped behind her, and slid
down into the tub straddling her rear with his legs.  He hugged his body up
to her back, turned his head to rest his ear on the back of her neck, and
reached around to hold both tits in his hands.  "Oh boy, these are nice.
Does it feel okay to you if I do this?  I'll stop if it hurts." 

"No, it's okay this way." 

Jimmy soaped his hands and started a soapy massage of her tits.  Brenda
closed her eyes and started to rock her chest into his hands in rhythm to
his motions.  He started to explore her front as if he were discovering his
body for the first time, as he unconsciously extended his massage to her
entire front from her neck to the strip of hair she left on her pubic mound
when she shaved her pussy lips.  The long sweeping motions from neck to
mound and with her breasts like speed bumps along the way, unconsciously
turned into alternating raking motions of his fingers through the short
pubic hairs.  His trance was momentarily broken when she took his hands and
placed them back onto her breasts.  He cupped her breasts for a few
moments, testing and exploring the turgidity of her erect nipples against
his palms.  Then he gently pinched and circled the nipples causing Brenda
to moan and reach back with her left hand to hold the back of his head, her
other hand stroking the length of his leg. 

Finally, Brenda turned to face him on her knees, her eyes closed, and
kissed him passionately holding the back of his head with her hand.  Jimmy
took it eyes wide, arms extended, and fingers of his right hand resting on
the controls of the Jacuzzi. When her tongue entered his mouth, surprised
he accidentally pushed a button and the jets started up.  With one jet
aimed right at her nether lips, Brenda opened her eyes wide and realized
that she had been kissing her charge. 

"Oh Jimmy, I'm sorry."  She said embarrassed. 

"No, don't be.  That was the greatest moment of my life." 

"Why don't you run along now to your bed and I'll finish up here and be in
shortly to tuck you in."  She said, still in line with the jet on her
pussy. 

"You're the best."  Jimmy said, getting into a kneeling position, grabbing
Brenda's head and planting a closed-lip but passionate kiss on her lips
before getting out. Brenda took it on hands and knees, not willing to let
anything interrupt the crescendo building between her legs from the jet of
water perfectly aimed at her most sensitive spot. 

Jimmy, for his part, ran and put on a pair of his dad's boxers and snuck
back to the door to spy on Brenda as he frequently did on his parents.  He
watched her move her rear forward and back against the jet, eyes closed,
mouth open, head bobbing, the pace increasing until she arched her back,
stiffened and let out a restrained "Ooooooooyeeeyaa".  Then allowed her
head to drop for a moment while she considered going for a second run at
it.  She decided she had better check on Jimmy, before he would come
looking for her, and got out before she got too worked up again.  Jimmy
waited till the last second before he stole away for his room. 

Brenda came in dressed in one of his mom's silk robes that came to mid
thigh.  "So how is my favorite little man to baby-sit."  She said
affectionately, brushing his bangs back from his forehead. 

"I sure am glad that you are my sitter.  I am the luckiest guy in the
world." 

"Goodnight, you smooth talker.  We'll figure out tomorrow in the morning."
She said, leaning over to kiss his forehead. 

"Goodnight my goddess."  He said catching her head in retreat and giving
her a peck on the nose. 

****** 

"Wake up sleepyhead."  Marnie said to Barbara.  "Today is a brand new day."

"You go on, I don't think I can do this.  I think I'll just stay in bed
today." Barbara whined. 

"I can't believe what I am hearing.  With everything we have been through
to get to this spot in the world at this particular time, you want to spend
it in bed.  What's wrong Barb?" 

"I'm no good.  I've been unfaithful to George, I've brought disgrace to my
family, I don't deserve to have fun.  I don't think I can ever have sex
with George again, at least I don't think I can ever enjoy it."  Barbara
bemoaned. 

"I'm not going to stand by and let you get away with this attitude.  You
have done nothing wrong.  You had no choice.  You were handcuffed for
goodness sake.  I was handcuffed; I couldn't help you.  If we didn't give
in, we'd be in a French jail, not just for the vacation but for a really
long time.  It wasn't fair, but mostly, it wasn't our faults."  Marnie
asserted. 

"You heard the orientation on the boat, this is an 'adult' vacation
package.  Read between the lines.  This vacation is about sex.  I am here
with you, no offense, when I should be here with George." 

"No offense taken.  We aren't going to know if we are out of place here
unless we try it.  Get up.  That's it.  Let's check this place out."
Marnie said encouraging Barbara's progress. 

"Marnie, I just don't think I can ever have sex again.  I think I've gone
frigid. The thought of a cock, even George, disgusts me after yesterday.
What am I going to do?  I'm going to become a bitter old woman that
everyone will shun." 

Thinking of her ordeal shooting scenes in a movie, Marnie asked
confidently, "There are ways to turn that around.  I can get that desire
back for you in spades.  Would you be able to deal with more desire than
you used to have?" 

"That would be the day.  How can you do that for me?" 

"What you need Barb, is a long train ride." 

"What on earth are you talking about?  This is an island.  There aren't any
trains here.  What are you smoking?" 

"I was speaking figuratively.  I can't tell you the details or you will
surely protest, but the end will explain the means.  I can guarantee you,
however, that after you do the train, you will have more sexual desire than
you'll know what to do with.  Interested?"  Marnie offered. 

"If it will bring back the desire, okay.  If it brings back the desire more
than before, I guess I could handle that too.  George is always asking,
more than I am ready for." 

"I hope you know what you are agreeing to, because that extra desire can be
like an anxious tiger threatening to break out of an inadequate cage."
Marnie cautioned. 

"You sound so confident about this.  How do you know so much about it?" 

"Let's just say, I've been through the therapy."  Marnie confessed. 

Marnie paged through the information book left in the room while Barb got
dressed in one of the indoor outfits provided.  The women were furnished
with togas that came to mid-thigh that could be worn with or without the
waist cinch for around the resort wear.  It gathered at the top and went
over the left shoulder.  The guests had their choice of pastel colors, but
the styles were all the same.  During orientation, all of the baggage was
stored in locking lockers.  The only allowed items from the bags were
toiletries, cosmetics and medically required drugs or paraphernalia. 

"It says here that they provide massage, personal trainers, mineral baths,
a full compliment of outing and sporting activities, and, it says 'sexual
therapies'. See? Look here.  Maybe they have a better way than that train
pull idea." 

"Okay.  It sounds more official than your mysterious train thing."  Barbara
said. 

"What do you want to do first?  After breakfast I mean."  Marnie asked. 

"Maybe I should check out the therapy services first.  I don't want to be a
drag on your time Marn." 

"That's what we'll do."  Marnie said resolved. 

Breakfast was a buffet of fruits, breads, egg dishes, and specialty items
like crepes.  The men were dressed in toga-like outfits as well, except
they covered less of their upper bodies.  Everybody was friendly and
cordial.  Marnie and 
Barbara took their place at one of the round tables that sat eight and
looked around curiously at the other guests in attendance. 

"Marnie, I'm sorry, I don't have much of an appetite." 

"Let me finish this quickly and we'll go straight to the therapies office
and see if we can get you in right away." 

When they got there they learned that appointments started in an hour, and
they were booked for the day.  Marnie saw an open door and walked past the
receptionist into an office of Dr. Eraci, a woman in her mid forties, who
looked up at her surprised.  Marnie excused herself, and pleaded her case
for Barbara, waiting out front.  She explained that Barbara had essentially
been raped the day before.  Dr. Eraci dropped what she was doing and
immediately made way for Barbara to come in early.  Marnie sat in for a
while explaining the details Barbara was too emotional to talk about.  Then
she was asked to leave.  Then Barbara was excused and Marnie came in alone
to talk to Dr. Eraci. 

"This not the place for your friend.  What she needs is longer-term
psychotherapy. 

"But she has paid a great price to be here, and I don't mean the money.
You all want to do the psychological mumbo jumbo route.  What about a
purely physical route to step up the sexual desire physically so she can
look forward to things here, then deal with the emotional, if there still
is any, when she gets back?" 

"Well, you do bring up a good point.  She does feel self-loathing and not
worthy to enjoy herself here.  It is highly unorthodox, but the rules are
less strict here, and we could try an experiment by enrolling her in the
"Public Humiliation - Pillory" fantasy.  She would get a lot of physical
stimulation despite her intention to deprive herself of the pleasure, and
setting it up as punishment would feed right into her guilt.  If the
experience satiates her need to be punished as new nerve endings are
stimulated and brought on edge, she could pull right out of it and get on
with a fun resort experience." 

"I think you've got something there, doctor.  What should we do?" 

"Have you picked out the fantasies you'd like to experience while you are
here?" 

"I don't think I've gotten that far in the literature, and we were a little
late for the orientation." 

"Well, why don't you join her?  She would be more likely to participate
freely of her own will, if you did it too.  For you it would be different,
you would be going in with the framework of experiencing something new, vs.
her therapeutic intent." 

"Well, it makes sense to help her with it, it's just that 'Public
Humiliation' part that gets me to thinking it's not for me." 

"If you think she'll do it without you, then you can have this copy of the
brochure to decide on another one for yourself."  Dr. Eraci said, handing
her a folded pamphlet. 

"No I suppose you're right.  I'll join her, where and when?" 

You'll read about it here.  Send Barbara in and I'll explain the treatment
plan and call in the reservation for the two of you this afternoon.   The
map inside will show you where." 

****** 

As Brenda was waking up she startled herself awake, noticing that she was
in a strange bed, in a strange room, in unfamiliar bed clothes with a
person cuddled up to her back, arm draped over her side, leg draped over
her hip.  She slowly and carefully eased herself out from under Jimmy's
embrace and stood beside the bed looking back at the angelic look on his
face as he slept.  She looked at herself in the mirror, and remembered
trying on various items in Mrs. Crandel's stash of intimates.  This one was
a long silk gown with diaphanous material at her breasts and hips.  "Mr.
Crandel must love her in this, hell, he'd love me in this."  She thought to
herself.  Then she changed into one of the baby-doll teddies without
putting on the panties.  The ruffled hem came just below her crotch, if she
was standing still.  "Ooobaby, this would stop a train."  She thought.  She
started to pick up Mrs. Crandel's things and dropped a high-heeled shoe.
It was just enough disturbance to bring Jimmy around to consciousness. 

"Oh, good morning Brenda."  Jimmy said, stretching and yawning.  "Gosh, you
sure look swell right now."  He complimented, as he watched her bend at the
waist to pick up the shoe and add it to the pile in her arms. 

"Thank you Jimmy."  She said slightly embarrassed.  "How come you didn't
stay sleeping in your own bed?" 

"I thought we were playing house.  My mom and dad sleep together.  You
didn't mind, did you?" 

"No I suppose not.  It was just a surprise, that's all." 

"Golly Brenda, I wish the world could see how beautiful you are, even when
you just wake up.  I hope you become the most famous model in the whole
world." 

"You're sweet to say that." 

"No, I really mean it.  I wish everybody could see you as I see you right
now. Instead of putting those away, would you model them for me?  We could
pretend this room is a studio for a famous fashion photographer, who could
be me, and you are the famous model doing work for Vogel Magazine." 

"That's "Vogue Magazine" Jimmy."  She said with an air of a
professionalism. 

"Can we do it, hunh?" 

"I suppose, but you have to give me a few minutes to do my face and hair." 

"Oh, anything you want.  This is great, really great."  Jimmy said jumping
off the bed.  "I'll go get the camera and film." 

Brenda was absorbed with her reflection in the mirror, when Jimmy came
running back in and stood at "kid attention" in anticipation of the fun
ahead.  He had two cameras around his neck, a tripod and a case.  When he
saw that Brenda would be awhile longer, he put the things on the bed and
set up the tripod.  Brenda smiled inside, humored by his enthusiasm and
adoration.  When she was done, she stood, turned, and was confronted by
Jimmy with two cameras again around his neck, one a Polaroid and the other
a Cannon EOS.  He was smiling wide-eyed at how beautiful she had made
herself up.   When the rush from the flattery of his expression began to
wane, she noticed the video camera on a tripod. 

"What are you doing with that?"  She asked. 

"Oh this?  Well, I saw this video of my dad's where these models were being
photographed and they taped the session so we could understand what goes
into being a professional model."  Jimmy explained.  "We could look at our
video afterwards to see if there are any places either of us could improve
too.  What do you think?" 

"As long as you can promise me that your parents would never see it." 

"After last week, you convinced me that I want to be a model's photographer
when I grow up.  Some day when we are both famous, some TV show will pay us
big bucks to show this home video to our fans.  My mom and dad would surely
see it then, but otherwise, they won't.  I promise." 

"Well then I guess it's okay then.  When we are famous, who cares, right?" 

"Do you want to start with that thing you have on now?" 

"Let me put the panties on first." 

"That's kind of a nightgown thing right?  Then why don't we do it with you
on the bed."  Jimmy said after starting the video camera.  "You can help me
with the poses, you are more experienced than I am at this point.  Oh,
that's good." FLASH! Jimmy said, as he shot off a Polaroid, and took it
over to Brenda on the bed to watch it develop with her. 

"See if you can get me a little more centered in the next one, like to
here." Brenda said coaching him. 

FLASH!  "I think I got it this time."  He said as he stood by her as she
checked it out. 

"Now I think you have the idea."  She said, and reposed for a couple more
shots. 

"Great Brenda, you're the best.  Now, in the video I saw, the models
removed things for more shots."  Jimmy advised. 

"Where did this video come from?"  Brenda asked. 

"I think Playboy or Penthouse, or something like that, put it out."  Jimmy
said. 

"Your dad lets you watch videos by Playboy or Penthouse?" 

"No silly, he doesn't know I know about his collection of videos,
magazines, and books. You want to see it to get some more ideas?"  Jimmy
said. 

"I don't think we should." 

"Com'on Brenda, these are professional videos.  You might be in one
yourself one day."  He said turning off the camera in the room. 

"Okay, I should keep up with what the other professional models are doing
these days."  Brenda said. 

They sat at the foot on the edge of the bed next to each other watching a
video of a calendar shoot in a tropical paradise.  Brenda sat forward,
elbows on her knees staring intently at the video.  Jimmy sat leaning back
on the bed supported by his elbows watching Brenda watching the video. 

"See," he said, "we could be doing this in places like that." 

"No, wait back this up, let's do some of the poses she does."  Brenda said,
now getting into the video.

"I only have a couple of pictures left in the Polaroid, but rolls and rolls
for the professional camera."  Jimmy advised. 

Brenda watched and had Jimmy take shots that she emulated from the women on
the screen.  Jimmy was in photographer's heaven.  Then she asked,  "Are
there any more videos?" 

Jimmy said,  "Sure, here's one.  Let's see what they do on this one." 

The video unfolded with an exercise workout.  The model in the video did
stretching in workout clothes, but started peeling of layers until she was
nude by the time she started the workout.  Brenda watched, and followed the
workout and Jimmy shot pictures at will.  The workout was a token one and
for a cool down, the model pulled out a vibrating dildo.  Brenda got up and
stopped it saying, "Oh darn." 

"No, wait, my mom has a couple of those.  I'll get you one."  Jimmy said as
he went for the walk-in closet.  "Here, this one seems to work."  He said,
holding the white vibrating phallus to his cheek to test it. 

Brenda put the tape back on.  She was so used to Jimmy filming and
photographing her, that she experimented with it, matching the video, as if
he weren't even there. She was building up to cumming, and was biting her
lower lip in conflict with stopping or continuing now that Jimmy had
refocused the video recorder shooting a close-up of her in these throes.
Her face contorted into an extreme worried look, then went instantly
relaxed in bliss as she let the flood gates go for her orgasm. He had his
dad's camera on rapid shoot during the climax and shot the last pictures on
the roll of her falling back, limp, luxuriating on the bed.  When Brenda
came to her senses, she said,  "I can't believe I just did that." 

She was visibly embarrassed and about to tear up, when Jimmy came to her
rescue and sat next to her on the bed, tried to reach up and put his arm
around her shoulder, and said,  "You're amazing.  Every muscle in your body
stood out.  I've never seen anything more beautiful in my entire life.  My
mom gets excited like that, but I've never looked in on her where she was
as exciting as you were." 

"Jimmy, I shouldn't have done that in front of you.  It isn't right." 

"Who cares about right.  It was great that you let me be with you for it.
We're 'special' friends right?  I'm your photographer for now, and you are
my beautiful model."  He said.  "My friend Brad says that in a couple of
years, I will be able to get all excited like you, but in a different way.
He said he would show me later." 

"I can tell you what to do, so you don't have to wait for your friend Brad.
You see your penis sticking out of the boxers?  Well you rub it up and
down.  It starts feeling better and better and you feel less willing to
stop, until it erupts a whitish cream out the hole, and you feel relieved
and relaxed like I did." 

"Like this?"  He said rubbing it hard between the palms of his hand. 

"A little more like this."  Brenda said, demonstrating on the dildo. 

"How will I know when to start?" 

"I guess the first time you have that cream in your bed when you wake up in
the morning, would be a good sign." 

"Gee thanks Brenda.  I can't wait." 

"Now, what are we going to do about all those pictures you took with the
fancy camera?"  Brenda asked concerned. 

"Let's go drop them off at the mall."  Jimmy suggested. 

"No, that won't work, they will keep them from us when they see what's on
them, I'm sure."  Brenda said. 

"I've got it.  Brad's brother works at their dad's pharmacy, and they have
a one-hour photo machine.  Maybe we can get him to treat them with special
handling." Jimmy said, enthusiastic by his own idea.  "Is it okay if Brad
hangs out with us today?" 

"I guess it would be okay, since you cooperate with me so well." 

"Why don't we go places that we can take more pictures of you out in
public, like the mall."  Jimmy asked. 

"I guess I'm up for that.  I wanted to try on some outfits anyway."  Brenda
decided. 

****** 

"Like I said earlier today Barbara, there was a day that women who cheated
on their men suffered public humiliation, such as could be meted out by a
pillory.  You and Marnie here have had your bodies used by someone other
than your husbands' for carnal acts.  You feel cheap, guilty, and
dishonorable.  That is because you are not recognizing the fact that you
had no real choice in the matter.  Prison would not have been an option, if
your George had known your choices, he would have backed you.  With this
punishment fantasy, not only will you be able to absolve yourself of any
unreasonable guilt you may be hanging on to, but also you will be able to
explore the whole concept of doing things you have no control over.  Now
before I put on the sensory deprivation headpiece, is there anything I can
do or explain for you." 

"No," Barbara said still a little melancholy, "if you think it will be
best, I'm ready" 

"Well, that's not the level of commitment to it that I would hope for, but
I am confident at this approach working for you."  The doctor reassured. 

Then she explained the headpiece and the function of blocking her vision
and hearing, "This is going to be theater of the mind for you as well a
physical experience.  We are going to block out all visual and auditory
distractions with 
these.  Then we will place this in your mouth, so you won't distract each
other's experiences by vocalizing.  Finally, this hood will go over
everything, more as a disguise for you not to be recognized.  That way,
when you have benefited from the fantasy, you can interact with everyone
around here in total anonymity regarding the experience.  Now let me put
these on you like this . . ." 

As soon as the gag went in her mouth, Marnie knew she had made a mistake
agreeing to this fantasy.  Not being able to ask to be let go, to ask
someone to ease up due to discomfort, just to say that she would have to
cut the proceedings short to go to the bathroom, were all taken away from
her.  The more restricted Barbara became, such as being forced to bend over
at the waist, and having her arms and neck secured by the "T" shaped wooden
device with holes for securing the head and hands, the more passive she
became. 

There Marnie and Barbara stood, facing each other with their heads two feet
apart, bent over at the waist, unable to move anything but their legs.  The
pillory supported their upper body, so they could endure the protracted
moments in this confinement. 

A few people were let in, who were part of the "Have Your Way with a
Helpless Stranger" fantasy.  They milled around and touched the two
helpless bodies as they explored the setup of their fantasy.  Marnie and
Barbara tried to move their bodies away from the touches, but as they moved
away from one, they moved into another. Eventually, they just stood still,
tense, senses heightened, afraid of their fate. They were not apprised of
what could or would happen, to enhance the experience of the mind play.
First their togas were uncinched, and were pulled up over the stock. Then
everyone wanted to feel the nipple rings adorning Marnie's breasts.  She
stood frozen not wanting to move against someone's grip on the rings.  For
the most part, it was an arousing experience. 

Barbara was just short of being in total shock.  Without any light or
sound, every touch was startling, and the sensation was heightened and the
focus of her experience.   Her breasts were fondled; her flanks and
haunches were stroked like a racehorse.  Her panties were lowered, as were
Marnie's, to their knees.  The binding the panties created there was
symbolic, since they could move their legs, but they stood as if they were
shackled at mid leg.  Marnie's smooth, bald pussy lips drew immediate
attention.  Everyone wanted to feel what the hairless vulva felt like to
the touch.  Her cunt lips started to swell and distend causing greater
arousal as each took their turn.  She was glistening with moisture changing
the friction dynamics, which encouraged the participants of the "Helpless
Stranger" fantasy to rub harder and quicker.  Then Marnie's legs buckled as
she had an orgasm, which was like an explosion in her head, holding the
expression of it sealed in. 

Barbara was getting probed by fingers and worked into a lather despite her
efforts at not enjoying her ordeal.  She began moving her rear lewdly
against the fingers being inserted.  Next came out some sexual aids from a
box.  The participants could hear rustling of chairs and voices behind a
theater type curtain.  Then the curtain opened and they were on the stage
at the end of the cafeteria in profile to the other dining guests.  The
diners were greeted to two well-endowed, 39 year old ladies, in good shape,
bent over at the waist with their heads and hands immobilized by a pillory
stock.  This brought the level of conversation up upon the realization that
they were going to be treated to unexpected entertainment. 

The fantasy participants took out dildo-like implements of varying sizes,
shapes and surface characteristics.  They stood and faced the diners with
their choices and bowed when they got applause.  First two of them with
smaller phalluses approached the two bound ladies and slowly inserted them
into their cunts. 

***** 

"Brenda this is Brad."

"Hi Brad.  So you look a lot older than Jimmy, how did you two become
friends?" Brenda asked. 

"Our dads are buddies.  We would end up going camping or other things
together, and I'd get stuck with this chump."  Brad said, putting a playful
headlock on Jimmy's head and Dutch rubbing the top of Jimmy's head with his
knuckles.  "You gotta love the guy."  He said releasing Jimmy from the
torment.  "Hey Jimmy, you're right, she is a Babe." 

"So Brad, will you agree to follow my instructions at the mall?"  Brenda
asked. 

"Sure, you can be the boss for awhile."  He replied. 

At the mall, Brenda wanted to go to clothing stores, Brad wanted to go to
cutlery, electronics, and music stores, and Jimmy had torn loyalties.  He
wanted to experiment with photography around the mall with Brenda, and he
wanted to attach himself to the fun Brad was likely to create.  Being
pulled in the middle, Jimmy said,  "Can we all sit down for something to
eat first?" 

They agreed.  Brenda and Jimmy met Brad at a table in the food court after
everyone got a snack.  "So, you want me to arrange some developing for you
at the store." Brad was saying.  "Tell me about the pictures." 

"Brenda here is a model.  I want to be a photographer, and she let me shoot
some pictures, so I could practice with her."  Jimmy explained. 

"So why do you need me?  Are you asking for freebie developing?"  Brad
asked. 

"Some of the pictures might not be decent enough for a self-righteous lab
technician, that's all."  Brenda explained. 

Brad's eyes went wide.  "You mean you let Jimmy Boy take nasty pictures of
you?" He said eager for her response. 

"Maybe, maybe not.  We would just like to have them developed privately, if
that is possible."  Brenda said. 

"Sure, I can get it done.  My brother knows how to work the machine, and he
has a key to the store.  I bet we could do it tonight after closing."  Brad
assured them. "But, what's in it for me?" 

"What do you mean?  You're my friend, aren't you?"  Jimmy challenged. 

"Sure you and me are tight, but what about Brenda the babe here?  What is
in it for me if I do you this favor?" 

"Would it be called 'a favor' if I had to do something in return?"  Brenda
retorted. 

"Call it anything you like.  My buddy here probably got to see more of you
than I can see right now from what you say, and I'm just as important as he
is in this. You're the subject, he takes the shots and I complete it by
making it a picture. 
You see we are partners."  Brad asserted. 

"I guess you'll end up seeing the pictures, so there you go."  Brenda said.

"My partners will see the pictures too, but I was the only partner that
didn't get to see the real thing, you see." 

"Well gee, it is already done.  What do you want of us?"  Brenda said
frustrated. 

"I'd like to be part of some pictures we do here, in this mall.  Squirt
here has the camera.  We'll set it up so you flash us in the mall, and
Squirt takes the shots before anyone sees you."  Brad proposed. 

"I can't do that.  Not here, not in front of these people, not in front of
you, what if I get caught?"  Brenda protested. 

Brad laid it out,  "Speed, that's the way to do it.  Go in the can there
and take off your bra and panties.  Then when you open your blouse, or lift
your skirt, you don't have to do anything more for the shot.  Old Jimbo
here will shoot the shot 
quickly, you cover up right away, and no one but your partners will be the
wiser." 

"Brad, don't make her do that.  She's a professional model.   We need to
pose the shots."  Jimmy said. 

"Oh, we can pose the shots all right, we will be adding an element of
challenge to it.  I think Brenda would up to a challenge, wouldn't you?"
Brad asked. 

"It's okay Jimmy.  I've done more daring posing in public before.  I'm
willing to give it a try, but you both have to assure me that the Crandels
nor your folks will ever see them."  Brenda conceded. 

"Sure, no problem.  If my folks ever found out, the pictures would be taken
away anyway, and I wouldn't want that."  Brad assured her. 

Brenda walked to the bathroom looking in all directions to see if anyone
was noticing what she was about to do.  Moments later when she walked out,
she approached the table like an eager virgin on her wedding night,
"Ooooo, I feel so naughty."  She exclaimed gleefully. 

"Turn around."  Brad ordered.  "Nice, real nice.  You're definitely a
'Babe'.  Now stand over there."  He said pointing to a spot that was
flooded in light by a skylight.  "Jimmy, get that shot."  He said referring
to the way her breasts were highlighted under her white blouse as the light
entered it and reflected off of her features.  "This is great."  He
whispered to Jimmy as he elbowed him for emphasis. "Okay, let's go down the
escalator . . . Now, lead the way up and hold up the back of your skirt as
you ride it." 

Brenda did as she was directed, looking all around for anybody catching her
act. She was asked to do it again, only this time, with her legs as wide as
they would go on the step.  She was posed as a mannequin in a department
store, because models should be able to do that.  They had fun with the
people who had to get up close to see if she was real.  She came out of the
dressing room in sexy lingerie at Sweet Nothings and posed for pictures
between the racks, until a sales clerk shooed them away.  As they
progressed through the mall, the three of them got more daring and targeted
individuals for Brenda to flash.  A couple of teens, who figured out some
of what was going on, lingered behind to watch the action, out of the
partners' awareness.   When the three entered a shoe store for Brenda to
try on several pairs of shoes, the teens entered and made like they were
looking at shoes, oblivious to the fact that the vantage point they wanted
to look up her dress from, was only displaying women's shoes. 

As the three were approaching the food court again, Brenda's friend,
Rosemary came up to Brenda to say, "Hi." Brenda quickly tucked in her
blouse, which was now only being held together by only two buttons, the one
at the level of her nipples and the one below that. Rosemary asked her,
what she was doing with the kids in the mall.  Brad piped up that he wasn't
a kid.  Brenda explained, "This is Jimmy and his friend Brad.  I am
watching Jimmy for the weekend." 

Rosemary leaned in to whisper to Brenda,  "Careful girl, the boys can see
right in your blouse." 

Brenda nodded, embarrassed.  "Well Rosemary, see you later?" 

"Call me." Rosemary said as she waved good-bye and disappeared into the
crowd. 

When their adventures around the mall were done, they reconvened in the
food court. It was crowded due to lunchtime on a weekend.  As they stood in
line for slices of pizza, Brad said,  "Brenda why don't you go get us all
some ice water to drink." 

When she returned with the drinks, Brad and Jimmy were still in line.  "So
what are you going to order?"  Brad asked. 

"I not that hungry really."  Brenda said. 

"This flashing has got you pretty excited hasn't it?"  Brad said smiling. 

"I don't know what you mean."  Brenda said, not wanting to take him on over
it, because she was actually highly aroused from all of the excitement. 

"I bet you're hot for it, aren't you?"  He said.  "I can prove it." 

"Brad, keep it down.  Not here."  Brenda said getting embarrassed. 

"I'm going to touch you between your legs and if you are wet there, then I
win, if not, you win."  Brad challenged. 

"Don't you even think of it, you monster."  Brenda threatened. 

"Careful, don't spill the drinks."  He said, as he lifted the front of her
skirt and rubbed his hand along her pussy. 

Brenda shrieked involuntarily, but tried to tamp the volume down as much as
possible.  The tray went out in front, and the ice water spilled all down
her front. She stood there, her blouse soaked, nipples erect on her exposed
tits through the wet material, the empty tray dangling from the fingers of
her right hand, gasping for breath, panicked, processing quickly what she
should do, and finally said, "Now look what you've done." 

And look is what everyone in the food court was beginning to do.  Jimmy ran
to the nearest table and brought back some napkins.  He unfolded a couple
to hide Brenda's exposed breasts, scowled at Brad, and patted her down in
an effort to dry her off. She took the napkins from him and tried to do it
herself, until she realized, it would be better to just make a beeline to
the washroom to take care of it out of sight of the gawking crowd. 

Brenda dried her blouse off by turning the hand dryer nozzle up under her
blouse, and keeping the blower on.  The warm rush of air washing over her
bare skin was soothing, but hardly consolation for the humiliation and
embarrassment she had just endured.  She came out all buttoned up and
tucked in, but her underthings were still in the camera bag.  She tried to
walk to the table where the boys were sitting as if nothing had happened.
She got stares from some of the people, but much of the crowd had turned
over, and most had not seen her show. 

"Let's get out of here."  She ordered. 

"I hope you're not mad at me."  Brad said.  "I warned you about the
drinks." 

"Don't you EVER touch me again!  You understand?"  She commanded. 

"I won, so you can touch me there when we get back to Crandel's."  Brad
said jokingly. 

Brenda took her hand and brought it up to his crotch and grabbed his balls,
squeezed, and whispered in his ear while holding tight, "Now we're even."
Then let go with a shove. 

Jimmy and Brenda smiled.  Brad groaned and tried to shake off the pain so
as not to be noticed by those in the crowd that were curious by anything
the three were doing. 

"Let's go."  Brenda said, happy with herself, and started to leave, with
Jimmy right behind and Brad limping along trying to keep up. 

Once in the car, Brenda asked,  "When do we get together with your brother
the developer?" 

"We can swing by the store now and ask him."  Brad said. 

When they got to the pharmacy, they looked around for his brother, Paul.
When they finally found him in the back, there was an instant attraction
between Paul and Brenda.  During the small talk, Jimmy and Brad were
growing jealous.  "So Paul, will you do it for us?"  Brenda asked demurely.

"Meet me at the back door right at 9:30 tonight.  If you're in the
pictures, I'd look forward to helping out."  Paul said. 

"I'll be there."  Brenda said with a smile. 

"Me too."  Said Brad.  "And me."  Said Jimmy, both being ignored.