It truly was a magical day when Amy Anderson-Wooding was chosen as her

town's Regatta Senior Princesses. It was the first year she had entered and

was amazed that she had got the title. The regatta was an important date in

the calendar for all the locals. For the young ladies taking part it was a

really big deal, particularly if they won a title. Kirstie Boyce was chosen

as the other senior princess, keeping her status from the previous

year. They knew that in next year's event one of them might even become the

Senior Queen. The crown this year had gone to Beth Platts, who the previous

year had been the other senior princess. As girls they had often watched

the event and wished they could enter and win, and now it had happened. The

young ladies all knew of each other, as they had been entering the

competition for the past few years. When they were telephoned they were

reminded of the need to keep the news quiet! Failure to do so what strip

them of the title and ban them from the event in the future.



When it came to the official announcement at the local regatta they were

not the only three celebrating as the cameras clicked. Rachel Moon the

former Queen, had became the Deputy Queen, with the Junior Queen title

going to Danielle Chatterton, a newcomer. Once again the Charter Queen

title went to Michelle McKeown. A new girl, Darcey O'Donnell was made the

Junior Princess. Thus there were three new girls in the `royal court' as it

was nicknamed. It was smiles all around as their images were captured

posing in their stunning white dresses. Those that won attended fitting of

the dresses at a local wedding gown shop, which was owned by a lady who,

not surprisingly, sat on the Committee. They resembled wedding dresses in

their style, which made those wearing them feel all the more `special.'



Becoming the Senior Queen was nearly every girl's dream in the town. But

what the vast majority of people did not know was how the winners were

chosen. Whilst anyone of the correct age could put herself forward, a

special "Princess' Committee" decided the outcome. Those involved were

sworn to secrecy. It had existed for many years and was the concept of the

local postmistress, apparently keen to improve the standing of the town and

give young ladies a moral boost. She had left in her will a substantial

amount of money for the ongoing costs of the annual Carnival and

Regatta. The tradition that admission to this exclusive committee was by

invitation only remained as a condition. The original committee had

consisted of herself and her `Housekeeper' plus a few close female business

associates within her social circle. The local vicar at the time was not to

keen on the idea of men `ogling' young women and feared for the moral

welfare of those involved. His mind and that of his flock were put at rest

when they found out that no men would be involved and that `respectable'

ladies of the correct standing were to be in charge.



For the young ladies winning it brought prestige for the following

year. Opening charity events such as fetes and appearing in the local

newspapers. For some it had become a springboard for a modelling or acting

career. A few of former Queens and princess had remained in the town and

done well for themselves. Winning seemed to open many doors, many of which

were held by the all-important Princess' Committee. A generous bursary

could also be applied for in the future by any of the winners. It could be

used for furthering one's education or starting a business.  Appointments

were made for each young lady to arrive at the shop on separate

occasions. These special fitting were to occur after closing, so as not to

interfere with trade. The request seemed reasonable particarly as the

shopkeeper loaned and fitted the dresses for free. So each winner turned up

on a different evening so she could be measured. Doating mothers or elder

sisters came along with the new girls for the first session. They were soon

convinced by the owner that they need not be there. They were generally

pleased to be able to leave and get on with more important things and not

have to stay. They knew no harm could come to the young women just trying

on a dress. All of the girls were embarrassed that their mothers of sisters

insisted on coming along in the first place!



Once the girl's relative had gone, the door of the shop was locked and the

shopkeeper led the girl into the spacious fitting room. It gave the

impression of being much bigger than it actually was, due to the

wall-to-wall mirrors. There even was a large mirror on the ceiling. Once

inside the lady instructed the girl to undress whilst she went to obtain a

few dresses of the approximate size. In each case the young ladies removed

their outer clothing and were in the bra and knickers when the shopkeeper

returned with an armful of white clothing. Danielle wasn't wearing her bra

the particular day she visited the shop. It was hot day and her small

breasts really didn't need a bra. She kept on her skimpy sleeveless cotton

t-shirt and slipped off her shorts.



It wasn't a complete surprise for Danielle when she was asked to remove her

top. Clearly the dress would not fit correctly over a t-shirt. It was

however a shock for the other new girls when they came for their individual

fittings and they too were instructed to remove their bras.  In fact all

the winners were not just made to remove their tops but all their clothing

including shoes and socks! They caught glimpses of their nakedness in the

all-revealing mirrors and Amy, Danielle and Darcey found themselves going

interesting shades of pink!



Once naked the shopkeeper set about measuring them. She didn't seem to be

at all phased by seeing them naked. Some of the girls were thinking about

how they would love to have shared the embarrassing story with their best

friends or even their close family. But they all remembered that everything

about the competition was a secret.



The shopkeeper placed the clothing on a nearby rail. She then approached

each naked young lady, clipboard in hand, and pulled her tape measure from

around her neck. The board was placed on the red-carpeted floor as she

knelt. She ordered each girl to stand upright with shoulders back and arms

by their sides. From her kneeling position she quickly reached around the

waist of the girl and placed her measure. Each one felt her warm breath on

their tummies as she made the manouvour. Then she measured from their waist

to the ground, instructing them to hold to top of the measure. No sooner

had she scribbled down the measurement than her hand was manoeuvring the

measure between their legs. Her index finger rested on each girl's crutch

whilst it held the measure. The side of her knuckle seemed to rest

naturally between each girls' exposed labia. Each girl gave out a light

gasp but before they could say a word, move or complain the hand was

whisked away.  Next she was standing in front of them. The measure once

again manoeuvred around their torsos. This time her face lent on theirs as

she got the measure into position. It was pulled tight under their breasts

and the measurement called out with the instruction to remember it. Next it

was pulled into place onto their bare breasts so as to get the cup

size. The back of her fingers moved slowly and almost deliberately over

their smooth naked breasts as she adjusted the measure. One final

adjustment to guide the tape onto the nipples, her fingertips gently

brushing over them, and the measurement was again called out. Next feet

were measured and heights taken. In less than ten minutes she had expertly

carried out her task.



She then rummaged through the various items on the clothing pile. The girl

was handed a white strapless bustier of the correct size. This, it was

explained would embellish their figures in all the correct places, giving

them more defined waists and larger busts. None of them had ever tried on

such a thing before but they had seen pictures of them in magazines. The

shopkeeper assisted them to put on the garment and pull the laces into

place. The girls were grateful to have a piece of clothing on to cover

their embarrassment, even if it was a bit weird. The half-cup design of the

bustier pushed their breasts upward allowing a fair amount of bare flesh to

be exposed. Where mother nature had not been too generous padding was built

in.



The new girls presumed that matching white knickers or a thong would be

provided. But there was no mention of these items. Instead white stockings

were presented along with a small white suspender belt. The shopkeeper

provided a nearby chair and assisted them to put on the items along with

suitable pair of shoes. The girl was now ready to try on the dress. Each

one gently stepped into the expensive and delicate dress. It was then

pulled up, positioned and fasted by the shopkeeper. Each girl was then told

to stand on the chair so it could be observed and fitted. The shopkeeper

went to work with pins and after about 15 minutes they were told to step

down.



The shopkeeper then helped them out of the dress which was then carefully

hung on the nearby rail with their name attached to the garment. She then

returned and assisted the young ladies out of their bustier, followed by

their shoes, stockings and lastly their tiny suspenders. Each item was

carefully hung up on a labelled hanger. She left them standing still for a

few moments before informing the girl they could get dressed, as she left

the fitting room pulling the small rail behind her.



Each new girl hurriedly pulled on her clothing eager to cover up her young

exposed body. Once back in the shop they each girl was informed of the time

of her next appointment in about a weeks' time, then escorted to the door,

as though nothing had occurred. The door was unlocked and they were each

politely but firmly reminded not to speak about what had occurred. The

young ladies told no one of the strange events they had experienced even

though they all thought it strange. In answer to any question about the

fitting or the dress they just relied it was `OK' and changed the subject.



It was one of the Senior Princesses, Amy Anderson-Wooding, who was the

first young lady to return some eight days later for her next fitting. She

rang the doorbell and was invited in by the shopkeeper. She was instructed

to go straight through to the fitting room. To her amazement there were

four women sitting in the room. As she entered, looking a little startled,

they stood up and each one took it in turns to introduce themselves. They,

along with the shopkeeper, were the secretive Princess' Committee. Amy felt

herself gulp and said how pleased she was to meet them. She was

particularly amazed that she had won anything. Like many young women she

lacked confidence about her appearance for no good reason.



She was delighted to hear when the women explained that they all had skills

that would help her. For example, one lady was a hairdresser and beautician

another owned a health club and gym. The other two did not say what skills

they had but it was explained that she would find out in due course. Amy

felt very special indeed to have all this expertise offered to her. She was

sure that she recognised the youngest woman, who was in her early twenties,

as Katharine Whyte, the Senior Queen from a couple of years ago. They sat

back down on their line of chairs as the shopkeeper led Amy over to the

cloths rail containing her dress and other garments.



She was now standing with the rail between her and the assembled committee

members who occasionally whispered to each other behind their hands. Whilst

the shopkeeper was very formal and prim in her manner the other members of

the committee seemed friendlier and even gave the occasional smile. One

woman in her thirties even winked!



The shopkeeper told her to undress. Amy shyly turned away from the

woman. She removed her t-shirt, causing her straight long blonde hair to

fall over her face. She parted it with her fingers so she could see. Next

she kicked off her trainers and tugged down her jeans.  She remembered from

the previous week that she must be naked for the fitting. Even the thought

of it made her blush but she took a deep breath and reached behind her

back. She unclasped the lacy white bra and slipped it down her arms and

placed it onto her pile of clothing. Lastly she took her white tanga-style

pink knickers by the waistband and glided them down and off. It was whilst

bending over that she caught a glance of the mirrored image of her naked

bottom. She realised that the small audience of women had also had a

similar view and had in fact been able to observe her undressing. Thus the

clothes rail had done nothing to hide her modesty.



The shopkeeper handed her a black garment. Amy was quick to take it. On

handling it she realised it had an unusual feel. On inspection it was made

of a shiny plastic material and looked a bit like a leotard. She didn't

have much time to think anymore before the pushy shopkeeper was assisting

her in stepping into it. It was a tight fit and accentuated her curvaceous

figure. Unlike the other new girls she had well-formed breasts, a rounded

behind and well-defined waist and hips. The black PVC body suit showed off

her assets to the full along with her shapely legs. She caught a glimpse of

herself in the mirror and wondered who it was for a second! She felt

herself flushing a little but soon overcame the initial shock.



Amy was then lead out for the committee to see. Katherine, the former

Queen, stood up and walked around the new recruit. Amy tried to remain

still and to appear unphased. But was hard to appear normal when wearing

such a weird piece of clothing. Amy found herself staring at her reflection

and analysing each part of her PVC-clad torso. Below the wide shoulder

straps was a set of eyelets which transversed each breast, complete with

black laces. In fact the garment had a number of black laces and eyelets,

including one set, which started by the navel and disappeared under the

crotch. Just why they had made her wear this and whether they laces were

just for show were questions which Amy asked herself, as the women ogled

her and whispered to each other. Katherine complimented her on her good

figure and then gave her a peck on the cheek. This put Amy at ease a

little. She tried to be mature about the situation. After all she was

showing less flesh than she did on the beach.



Whilst the committee were observing Amy, the shopkeeper had left the

changing room. She now returned and to Amy's amazement had Kirstie Boyce,

the other senior princess with her. Also in tow was Rachel Moon that year's

deputy Queen and former Queen. Both were wearing red silk dressing

gowns. Amy smiled as they approached. They seemed pleased to see her and

embraced her in a group hug, planting kisses on her cheeks. Amy almost

forgot her weird costume for a moment as they exchanged pleasantries.



Kirstie then steeped back a couple of paces and looked straight at them

with a wry smile and a tilt of the head. She then pulled the bow free on

her dressing gown allowing it to fall open. Underneath could be clearly

seen a red version of the same kinky outfit. Rachel then stepped aside,

pulled back her long blonde hair and pulled open her gown. She too was

wearing the same garment only in turquoise blue. The gowns fell to the

floor and Amy realised her jaw had dropped and that she was staring at

Kirstie. Before she could say a word Rachel took her arm and pulled her

gently toward her. She then planted a passionate kiss on her lips. She was

then spun around and Kirstie did the same.



What happened next left Amy's mind in a complete whirl. Just why she did

nothing to complain as Kirstie held her firmly around her waist from

behind? Just how her wrists were bound behind her so quickly? Why did she

not protest as Rachel vigorously began yanking at the laces on the chest of

the PVC bodysuit?



Within moments her nipples and most of her breasts were exposed through the

peepholes in the PVC garment. She glanced in the mirror and caught a vision

of Rachel lunging forward and taking a large area of her exposed her right

breast into her mouth! The sensation of her wet mouth and the flicking of

her eager tongue made Amy's legs go weak.



Rachel wasted no time in repeating the same manoeuvre on her other

breast. Amy felt her nipples tingle as they never had before and was aware

that other parts of her body and brain were developing minds of their

own. So much so that she did nothing to complain or resist when Rachel

crouched in front of her and began pulling forcefully at the laces by her

navel. She soon felt the warm air of the room touch her now exposed crotch,

or was it Rachel's excited breath, as the garment fell open.



Rachel licked her finger and was easily able to glide it inside the now

gasping and eager virgin. Not all the conquests had been so eager and

easy. Some had taken more coxing and persuasion. Usually the thought of

fame and future help with their careers was enough persuasion for them to

succumb. A few new girls had completely rejected her advances and that of

others she had assisted – they were not placed in any future competitions.



Those young ladies that were `amenable' soon found their rewards. The more

amenable they were the better their position in future events and the more

assistance they would be given.  Amy opened her legs wider and allowed

Rachel's eager tongue began to probe her pink and engorged labia. It would

seem that the blonde and gorgeous Amy might be going to go right to the

top.



Amy didn't notice when one of the mirrors was slid back to reveal a small

secret room complete with double bed draped in pink sheets. She was glided

seamlessly into the small room. Her audience moved their chairs to near the

end of the bed. The committee looked on with glee as Rachel and Kirstie

took it in turns to undo each others matching garments so as to expose

themselves to match Amy. They took it in turns to lick each other's bare

breasts. Rachel then lay back on the bed. She bent her knees and allowed

her legs to fall open. Kirstie quickly but gently began licking her. Her

tongue circled around the outside of her virgina, licking each bit of her

engorged lips. She then withdrew and sat nearby. She took hold of Amy's arm

and guided her towards Rachel's wet and open orifice. Without hardly a

moment of hesitation she followed the example of the other princess. Rachel

lay there gasping with joy whilst princess Amy satisfied her.



Once Rachel was satisfied she returned the favour to Amy. Then it was Amy's

turn to `do' Kirstie. Soon an hour had passed and the shopkeeper instructed

the girls to remove their fingers from each other's eager bodies and get

dressed. They reluctantly obeyed. After they had dressed a new appointment

was made for Amy in about a weeks' time.  Amy wondered just what might

happen at her next fitting – only time would tell.



The following day it was Darcey's return visit. She entered the changing

room and was also surprised to see the assembled welcoming committee. Like

Amy she went behind the clothes rail and disrobed, removing her denim

dress, white cotton blouse and dainty flowery cotton panties and matching

croptop. She stood naked for a few moments hands clasped in front of her

and head bowed to avoid eye contact with anyone. She had not grasped the

fact that the committee had already viewed every part of her body in the

mirrors.



Darcey was grateful when presented with a garment from the shopkeeper. In

her embarrassment she would have happily put on anything to cover her

nakedness. Being naked in front of one person was bad enough, but nude in

the presence of a whole group of strangers was mortifying to this shy young

woman. The fact that it was an almost transparent mini skirt didn't seem to

matter. She wrapped it around her waist and fastened the small button. Next

she was handed a pink thong made of the same sheer material. Hurriedly she

pulled on the underwear. Next she was handed a loose fitting matching pink

top. She pulled it over her head and adjusted it.



She then was lead around the clothes rail and presented to the

committee. Then two other young ladies entered the room. Darcey instantly

recognised the raven-haired Senior Queen Beth Platts and the stunning

blonde Kirstie Boyce, the Senior Princess. What did surprise her was that

they were wearing almost identical outfits to herself only if different

colours. Beth was wearing a white costume whilst Kirsty had a black

one. Once she got over the initial surprise she then came to the

realisation that the sheer fabric left little to the imagination! She could

clearly see the shape of their breasts and could not help but notice their

erect nipples forcing themselves against the thin fabric. Darcey glanced

down at her own petite chest hoping that maybe her costume was not so

revealing. To her horror it was! Her breasts and nipples were also clearly

defined and everyone could clearly view them.



Darcey tried to be brave and took some comfort from the fact that the two

other young ladies. who were dressed the same and didn't seem to be at all

concerned. Before she could contemplate her predicament too long and

popular dance song started to play and Kirsty took her by the arm and

started dancing in front of her. Beth also joined in dancing to one side of

her. Within a few moments Darcey joined in not wanting to look awkward by

standing still.



The three young ladies gyrated around and Darcey forgot her embarrassing

costume and started to enjoy the activity, copying the various moves of the

two older women. The committee looked on ogling their new recruit and

complimented her on her good dance techniques.



Darcey felt she had been a bit silly to be so shy and embarrassed. So with

new confidence started to show some of her moves and routines, which like

all teenage girls she had practiced in front of the mirror and with

friends. Kirsty and Beth gave her smiles of encouragement and Darcey was

soon at ease and gyrating around to the music completely forgetting her

inhibitions and the committee.



Darcey felt so at ease that she fully co-operated when Kirsty and Amy

sandwiched her between them and began rubbing themselves on her to the

music. She looked Kirsty in the eyes and smiled as she writhed up and down

in front of her, caressing her legs on hers and grasping her hips. Amy held

her waist and could feel her breasts brush against her back as all three

moved seductively to the music.



It was only when Kirsty unwrapped her black tiny skirt and flung it off

that Darcey felt her embarrassment began to return. She then felt a smooth

sensation on her shoulders and glanced down. It was Amy's sheer white skirt

being gently placed on her. It was then she caught sight of Kirsty's almost

non-existent tiny black sheer thong. Its tiny triangle of fabric hardly

covered her!



Before Darcey could think too much she felt her own pink skirt being

quickly unwrapped. In a flash it was off and she was left somewhat

breathless at the shock. She wanted to run away and cover herself but was

too emotionally overwhelmed. Kirsty then took off her own black top

revealing her shapely breasts and Amy followed her example. Darcey was the

white top fly threw the air and feared the worse. Her top was taken by its

hem by Kirsty at the front and Amy at the back and it was seductively slid

up her silky white skin.



Darcey passively allowed them to pull it up. It rested for a few short

seconds under her small breasts before gliding over them. It felt strange

as the silky top brushed her nipples as it travelled up the last part of

her body. Soon it was over her head and discarded on the floor.



Kirsty and Amy pushed their naked torsos against the young woman once again

sandwiching her. This time she did not respond but rather stood there

frozen, her hands by her side. Even when she felt Amy's finger slip inside

the waistband of her tiny pink tong she remained still. She felt the finger

slip down between her cheeks taking the tiny thong with it. Her pert bottom

was now exposed. In one quick tug her tiny tong was now vigorously pulled

down her slender legs by Amy. In seconds they were pulled from of her –

leaving her completely naked and exposed to the perverted glares of the

committee.



Kirsty and Amy quickly helped each other out of the remaining items of

clothing, seductively dancing as they did so. They then stood either side

of the trembling teenager and took a wrist each and then bowed to the

assembled audience. Darcey followed suit not knowing what else to do. They

then turned their backs toward the committee, who were only sitting a

couple of meters away, and bowed again.



No sooner than Darcey had followed their example, Kirsty quickly straddled

her back, holding her in that position. Amy ordered her to place her hands

on the floor and to open her legs. The poor girl obeyed. She could almost

feel their eyes burning into her almost hairless and exposed crutch.



But this humiliation and experience was nothing compared to what happened

next. Darcey then felt a sensation, which was completely alien to her, as

Amy allowed her tongue to flick its end on the exposed pinkness of her

labia. One after one the committee came forward to taste the young

woman. Lastly Kirsty and Amy swooped places and she too could enjoy the

virgin's taste.









It was only when Amy lay in front of Darcey with her legs wide open asking

for her to return the favour that Darcey refused and demanded to be let

go. The committee had to reluctantly agree to her request with a stern

warning not to tell anyone. The threat of telling her parents, and by

gossip, the whole community about how she seduced other contestants into

taking part in lesbian activities! Darcey knew who would be believed.



Kirsty and Amy lead away the young reluctant female to the small shower

cubical. They took it in turns to shower with her. Out of site and earshot

of the committee they made sure that all evidence was washed away. At one

point Kirsty forced the young woman to do a headstand and took great

pleasure in directing the power-shower nozzle between her legs, making sure

that her clitoris was hit by the forceful jet.





Darcey wisely did not tell what had happened and was crowed the Junior

Princess for that year. She did not enter the competition again.



Newcomer Danielle Chatterton on the other hand did continue to enter

successfully for a further three years, finally becoming the Senior

Queen. Danielle was like all newcomers surprised and somewhat shocked at

her first fitting. However, in the days that followed she pondered the

experience over and over in her mind. Her dreams often relived that late

afternoon when she was ordered to strip and her naked skin was touched and

measured. She realised that she enjoyed wearing the sexy underwear and

longed to have it next to her skin again. Danielle imagined herself posing

in the white strapless bustier, thong and stockings.



She, like the others before her made her second visit to the shop. She was

lead into the fitting room and introduced to the committee. Danielle felt

strangely exited when the shopkeeper told her to undress. Her fingers

quickly undid the buttons and zip on her short skirt. It fell to the floor

and was then kicked away. She pulled off her trainers. Next she wasted not

time in pulling off her black tshirt. Her bra followed and then her dark

blue knickers. In less than a minute she was naked and made no attempt to

cover her nudity. In fact she looked the shopkeeper in the eye waiting for

her next instruction.



The shopkeeper rummaged through the clothes rail that separated Danielle

from the assembled ladies on the committee. She caught a glance of her

naked form and raven hair in the large mirror and realised that all those

present could also have a pretty good view too! She hoped they enjoyed what

they could see. She was handed a small pair of silver hotpants and a

matching halter neck top. Danielle gave out a slight giggle as she took the

hotpants. They were so small and sexy! She slowly squeezed herself into the

tiny shorts. Then she was helped on with the top. The shopkeeper then took

her gently by the wrist and led her around the rail to face her

audience. From the looks on their faces they were pleased with what they

saw.



The shopkeeper left her side and walked to the corner of the room and

turned on some music and took a seat with the committee. Within a few beats

a young woman burst through a door. It was Michelle McKeown the current

Charter Queen. Her dark blonde hair was tied firmly back in a ponytail

complete with a silver ribbon. Her slim petit body was clad in the same

skimpy costume as Danielle.



Michelle McKeown had been in the competition for years. Her successful

`initiation' a couple of years previous and her ongoing eagerness to comply

with the Committee's demands also guaranteed her a place in the `royal

family' for the next few years. Danielle instantly recognised Kirsty Boyce,

the Senior Princess, with her golden blonde hair, blue eyes and slim

figure. She too was wearing the same outfit.



Within seconds Kirsty had taken her by both hands and was dancing with

her. Michelle danced to her side whilst giving her sideways looks and

occasionally pouting at her. Danielle followed Kirsty's moves and swivelled

around to the music whilst Michelle continued to do her own erotic dance

nearby. Danielle tried hard to focus on Kirsty as she looked so longingly

into her eyes. But her head kept turning to observe the pouting face and

petite gyrating figure of Michelle.



Danielle tried so hard no to look as the little minx pulled at the halter

strap and allowed the top to fall revealing her bare budding breasts and

pointed nipples. Her hands seductively cupped her naked breasts and she

squeezed them whilst looking Danielle straight in the eye. Her top was soon

flung away and she started to seductively roll down her tiny silver

hotpants. Her rounded bottom was soon being aired for all to see. With some

encouragement the shorts soon worked their way down her legs. Danielle then

caught sight of her downy pubic hair before the shorts were discarded.



Just how Danielle found herself kneeling on the floor she could not

remember. But within seconds she was on her back with Kirsty sitting

astride her. She looked up to see the back of Kirsty's head and her lovely

golden hair. Danielle co-operated when she felt her legs being held wide

open by Kirsty. She then realised that the committee were getting a pretty

good view of her crotch, through the tight silver fabric. There was little

she could do. It was only when she felt Michelle's hands running gently up

her thighs that she flinched a little. But it was the feeling of her

hotpants being yanked to one side and her naked pussy being exposed to

everyone that she gave out an audible gasp.



Danielle could feel what Kirsty and Michelle could clearly see. Her pussy

was wet and exited. How easily Michelle's well-trained fingers divided her

labia and how expertly her right index travelled deep inside her. Just how

and when she was stripped naked was lost in the orgy of ecstasy she

experienced for some two hours. Once Michelle and Kirsty had sampled her

virginal body the committee had their turn. Not one part of her body was

spared their fingers, eager mouths and tongues.



So it was that the new members of the "Royal Family" were introduced into

their new lives as carnival princesses. They discovered just what the

secret deal was and were, all but one, very pleased with what was being

offered and what they had to do.