For a moment she was frozen, the boys looked up and Greg asked what the matter was, she fobbed him off saying she had pressed the wrong key but she had fixed the problem now, and to carry on playing with Peter as she was still busy.

As she scrolled down the page each new image with it's few lines of text was revealed, it was pictures of the stuff Valya had told them about, the different ways that grown ups did sex together, only it wasn't just grown ups!

There were pictures of naked girls, some were touching themselves, girls with other girls, girls with boys, and men with girls, some of them were even younger than she was, but many looked more like Marta's age. They were kissing and licking and sucking and the other word she wasn't supposed to use, what was the proper term - yes they were having sexual intercourse. Lots of the men had erections, she had remembered that word cause Marta had talked about Karl's big one, and she also aware John often had one.

A few girls looked sad, but most seemed to be having fun. Some of the men had their heads chopped off, so they weren't any good at taking pictures, and some other men and a few of the girls had blobs covering their faces just like the shiny stars covering the girls nipples and pussy's, as she had seen on the introduction page of her studio web site.

Some of the images showed the men's juice that had squirted out as Valya had told them, men sure liked to cover the girls in the pictures, some had it on their face and in their hair, others it was on their boobs or on their tummy and pussy, and one girl had some up her back and all over her bum. It looked as if these men liked to have the girls suck them, as a lot of pictures showed that, and the girls had the juice in their mouth. Anna made a note of this text file for it looked like there were thirty or forty web sites, she wanted to see all of them, and she was sure Marta would want to see them too.

Anna studied some of the text accompanying the images, most were in English but a few were in Russian, she was ready with her dictionaries for any new words, she translated the first few, 'Hand-job from my niece', '10yo Kelly's first blow job', Vicky loves cum', the list carried on but not all of them made sense, maybe Marta could help later in case she had made a mistake in translation. Anna had been restless, and feeling a little warm as she had been surfing, she now became aware her panties were decidedly damp, perhaps she should shut down the computer and pop upstairs to change her underwear before supper.

Before closing down she decided to copy all the text files on to her computer, that way she could then add notes about each site when she browsed it, which she couldn't do with the disk, then she took all the studio and work related disks upstairs to her room.

Grabbing some fresh panties she went into the bathroom she shared with her sister to check her underwear, yes there was a definite wet patch, and it had soaked right through the gusset, it didn't look whitish or creamy like Marta's often did, but it wasn't pee either. Sniffing the area and testing it with her fingers confirmed her findings, just as Marta had told her, that a girl's vagina got wetter and slippery, as her body changed, she must have reacted to the things she had been looking at. She was growing up and getting wet like the older girls in the images on disk, Anna was conflicted by this, to her mind there was no point in being 'wet and ready' if you weren't 'doing it', if she had the choice she would rather her boobs got a move on, as they were taking their own sweet time as if in limbo.

For an instant Anna was almost tempted to throw the panties at the wall to see if that trick worked, but instead tossed them in the hamper. She felt between her legs, slick would be the word she would use to describe her current condition, and it was pleasant to rub back and forth over her little bump, sure that without the wetness it would be less enjoyable.

Having heard of the joys of masturbation from Marta she had given it a cursory try now and then, but this time she was beginning to feel something start to build up, as if slowly cresting a hill to arrive at some wonderful new vista,...and then suddenly an explosion of sound from running feet in the hallway. "Anna mum says supper's ready."

"Er,.. Thanks Greg, just washing up, I'll be right down."

Damn she thought, quickly doing as she had said, she was just starting to get somewhere, she would pursue this activity more when she wasn't likely to be interrupted, in the mean time she stepped into the fresh underwear and hurried down to supper.

There was plenty to talk about that evening at the table, the boys were upset that a man came and took most of the pies and cakes away after their mum had been baking all day, but they were placated to find she had put aside some of their favourites. Igor was pleased with how smoothly work had progressed on their first day on site, and so far they hadn't uncovered any nasty surprises, by the end of the first week he thought they would have a fair idea whether they could keep to schedule. Marta spoke of her relief at seeing her team turn up that morning, they had worked diligently all day, Yaroslaw had been impressed with their enthusiasm, having expected them to mess about and be ill disciplined.

Anna told them of the numerous phone calls she had made in order to track down the four most eligible candidates for specialist painting jobs, and she had also spoken to Valya who through the grapevine had heard Irisha and her mum were doing well, saying that now their phone service was restored how they wanted to talk with Marta. Shortly after the meal Marta went up to her room to call Irisha, she hardly had time to think of the poor girl with the week having been so hectic and exciting. Irisha was very emotional thanking Marta for all she had done for them and apologising for her rudeness when they had first met, then she spoke of how much had changed in the past week.

Reading between the lines it appeared that the building supervisor to whom they paid the rent had not been happy they had settled their arrears, and Irisha suspected he was going to extort payment in kind from her, rather than her mum, she was also sure the old pervert would have wanted more than just the odd blow job. Now without the burdens of debt and the with her mum's health returning she had been able to focus on the things going on around her, and she suspected this man was abusing other girls in their building.

Being concerned Marta asked if she felt she was in danger from this man, Irisha said he now had no hold over them, but she still feared for some of the other young residents.

Moving on they talked for some time, Irisha wanting to learn more about modelling at the studio and about the models forum that Igor was so passionate about. Marta explained that with Irisha being a polyglot, she could play a central role in cross translation, although a majority of their membership spoke English there was still a significant number of people who spoke other western European languages. The call ended with Marta inviting Irisha to meet up the next day so they could talk some more.

After the call she went to the study where the house project was the focus of attention. Their mum and the boys were going to see a dinosaur exhibition with Victor and his mum the following day, so Anna would also be joining them on site, her little sister keen to see it for real, as so far she had only seen the pictures. Marta spoke of her conversation with Irisha, telling her dad of the creepy building supervisor, on Monday when speaking to Ivan she also told him about it too, and he said he would look into moving Irisha and her mum to another building when Irisha started work at the studio.

What with news about Irisha, and staying up late working on the exciting ideas for the house project, Anna's other exciting new interest was temporarily sidelined at bed time, as they hoped to make an early start the next day.

Igor always tried to treat others fairly, at least other working people like himself, the rich could look out for themselves, although his family now had more money than he had ever dreamed of, he still mostly thought of himself as a part of the working poor. He knew the sort of hand to mouth existence that the people working on this project normally endured, so the deal he had come up with, was that everybody got paid on a day by day basis seeing as the work schedule would be piecemeal and erratic. Knowing the men, especially those with no other employment might want to string the job out to increase the time they were employed, he had stressed that a good bonus would be paid out when he got the house sold.

Most economists would recognise a production triangle of 'Quality', 'Speed', and 'Price', you can only have two of the values on one side of the equation, in a quick low price build quality will be compromised, a quality job can be had at a reasonable price if you are prepared to wait, but a quick, quality job would normally carry a price premium.

With the dire state of the economy things were not normal, first Igor had stacked the deck in his favour, then he had abundant cheap labour, good contacts, and friends in the supply trade, if he couldn't get a quality job completed on time then nobody could.

Early the next morning Igor turned up on site with his two daughters to find work already in progress, one of the changes on site was that several wives had turned up to run the kitchen, so Ella's original good will gesture of the big pot of Borsch to start things off, had now been taken over. Also the women were offering to do laundry, as the workers from out of town, and those men who had been unemployed had little in the way of spare clothing, they had hoped to earn a little additional cash for this service, but Igor saw the moral boost this would offer and placed the ladies on the payroll. He also stumped up the cash for the groceries necessary to feed the workers on site, with their needs catered for the men would be able to concentrate on the job at hand, with one less expense or distraction.

While Igor was making arrangements with the ladies in the kitchen, Marta gave her sister the grand tour, returning downstairs they went to the kitchen to get some tea, during this break speaking to the women, Marta saw one of them was rinsing out a bunch of green sweatshirts. Upon her enquiry she found the reason none of her team were getting their laundry done at home - they didn't have one, the bags they each carried with them held all that they owned. They were orphans or runaways from abusive homes, and were all living in the basement of a building, using the crawl spaces and sleeping in voids near the heating pipes during the harsh winter, both girls were shocked at these revelations.

The Ukraine since gaining it's relatively recent independence from Russia had been in a constant state of financial hardship, many were homeless and destitute, the majority of those with jobs lead a very frugal existence, above these was a tiny class of people with managerial positions who were comparatively well off, then far above all the other citizens there were the wealthy elite. Igor's family with it's multiple sources of income now found themselves in that small faction of people who were not hurting for cash, but having achieved that position, were now fighting tooth and claw to establish a little security, for they had come so close to heading in the other direction as they were all to well aware.

Marta was in a quandary, she hadn't realised this group of lads were part of the homeless destitute underclass, she had imagined they had families, that they could return home at the end of each day and contribute to the family pot, but now she found they had nothing. She was no longer sure if she had done a good thing, how would they survive after this job was over, would they go on to gain the local follow on jobs as she had envisioned?

Now she knew she was out of her depth, it would be so awful if the small glimpse of hope should be snatched away from these boys, and it would be her fault.

The arrival of four men from the studio interrupted her ruminations on the fate of her team, she and Anna greeted them, offering refreshments before heading to the room off the entrance hall that had been set up as the command centre with all the notes and drawings.

One of the men had worked on Greg's airport mural, the others they knew by sight having seen them about the complex. First they pointed out the magazine photos that showed a two tone exterior that had the block-work features subtly highlighted with a third colour, then they went on to cover the three Trompe l'oeil deceptions they had planned, lastly they inquired about the possibility of adding the odd marble or stonework feature.

They toured the exterior of the house, then looked at the locations inside where they could add a little wow factor to the character of the building, when Igor came to join in they talked of time scales and money, then offering their opinion on the best outside colour scheme. When Igor told them of the deal he had made to buy quality exterior paint, he said there was either white or a limited choice of colours, now with the experts on hand he was told to buy all white, and professional tints could be purchased to make up the needed colours.

That invaluable advice alone that these experts had offered, would more than justify the money he was willing to pay for their artistic endeavours, and he adjusted his shopping list for Yuri, asking the studio craftsmen to add any supplies they required. As the men were leaving Marta smiled at the animated conversation between them, thrilled that examples of their workmanship would have a less ephemeral existence than their usual painted back-drops found in the studio.

Anna wanted to hang about with their dad, so Marta went to find Yaroslaw, he was getting on well with the lads, saying how they could do the fetching and carrying which sometimes caused his old joints to complain. She asked if she could 'borrow' the team for a short chat and she would send them straight back when she had finished, in reality she was not sure what to say to them. There was a gazebo and various other garden features, but she sat at a circular stone seat set far enough from the house that they could talk privately.

When they assembled Marta saw one of the younger boys had a black eye, asking about it the boy wouldn't answer and looked down embarrassed, and all the boys seemed uncomfortable, turning to Taras she asked if he knew what happened. He did know, it had been him that had hit Oleg, when he found him about to buy some glue, as the eldest he felt responsible looking out the others, he'd seen many times how kids got stupid and befuddled by glue sniffing, then it was all down hill, most of them ended up dead.

The reality of life on the streets hit Marta like the wakeup call Oleg had received, the talk lasted longer than she had expected, learning the truth of how harsh life could be, it was dog eat dog which was why these lads stuck together, as it was harder to survive alone.

When Marta voiced her concerns and how she felt obligated to live up to the promises she had made she found that the boys were just happy to eat every day, the fact that they could eat on site meant they could save their money and buy boots that would make the winter much easier to bear. Though she couldn't persuade the boys to take up temporary residence like the out of town workers, they saw the sense in getting the rest of their clothes laundered, and although the thought of a hot bath appealed Taras pointed out they had no towels, so she said she would make sure some were provided for all the workers.

Irisha followed the directions Marta had given her, the grand houses seemed intimidating she had never been to this area before, the house on the corner plot was like an ant hill, the number of people swarming around, busy, joking together, but she couldn't see Marta, and was nervous to enter the grounds without seeing her new friend. One of the men saw the pretty waif standing at the gate watching the scene, he guessed she might be there to see one of Igor's daughter's, so he went to find one of them, rather than go over to the skittish looking girl and scare her off.

Anna had seen her sister earnestly talking with her work team, so thought it best that she go and fetch Irisha, whose demeanour changed on finding that there were several women about, even if in the kitchen for the most part. With their hot drinks in hand Anna lead Irisha across the garden to the gazebo where they could talk privately. The girl's skin had lost the unhealthy pallor in evidence when they had met a week before, but she still had a way to go, from the look of her hair Anna suspected the ladies of the salon had been at work.

Since the previous weekend Irisha had begun to wonder what she had let herself in for, signing up to become a model had never been been on her career options, but then neither had walking the streets at thirteen. Talking with Marta's younger sister she was hearing from the horse's mouth how modelling was from the inside, and it was plain Anna loved to get in front of the camera, be it for stills shoots, or to do videos. Both sisters had given their word that they would not blab about what she had been doing in the square the evening she and Marta had met, and with all the help she had received from them and from Ivan she wanted to do a good job.

Hearing from Irisha how anxious she was not to let Ivan down, as he had provided her mum with the best medical care, she had a real desire to be worthy of the faith everyone had placed in her. Anna reached into her backpack one of the two that were ever present, this being the bag she took to the studio, and pulled out an A4 envelope which she handed over, stating it might be of some help. Irisha looked at the title then read down the page.

Anna's Faq For New Models

Hello if you are new to modelling, welcome to the sisterhood of photographic models.

There are lots of new things to learn, it can be a bit scary turning up for your first shoot so I have made a list of the stuff that I have learned that might help other new models.

1. I'm worried about my first photo session. - Don't be frightened, this is an adventure and you are the star of the show, have fun.

2. How do you learn all the things a model needs to know? - All the people around you are there to help, and will be happy to answer your questions.

3. Do I need to be super thin? - Unlike magazine fashion models, we are still growing up and must eat properly, and eat healthy food, and it doesn't matter that we come in a variety of shapes and sizes.

4. Apart from my diet do I need to do anything else? - To look good and stay healthy you must look after yourself, do some exercise, take care of your teeth, and listen to the advice from your doctor.

5. Do I need any special food or vitamins? - The canteen staff, and the modelling coach have information sheets on nutrition that they give out.

6. How do I learn about hair and skin care? - Listen to the make up artist, you work with, and also the salon staff as they will have good tips for your hair and skin care.

7. I'm worried that the top models will all ignore me, because they know more about modelling. - The other models you meet were all new girls once, they will be pleased help you with any advice.

8. What happens if I don't get on with the photographer? - We all find we get on with some people better than others, so you will have a chance to work with different photographers to find who you feel most comfortable with.

9. I'm worried about some aspect of my body. - Don't be shy we've all got the same bits (more or less) and it is the photographer's job to capture us in all the stages we go through as we grow up.

10. I'm nervous I might not be good enough. - Be confident on set and have fun, you must be the right girl for the job or you wouldn't have been chosen.

11. What happens if I freeze in front of the camera? - Listen to your photographer's advice and directions to help you shoot a good set.

12. Pictures where they ask you to smile often look fake, what should I do? - Tell jokes and think about funny things on set, it makes for great pictures.

13. I'm worried about those intimate shots. - If you wash really, really carefully you will feel fresh, and there will be no problems however close the close up.

14. Is there anything I need to do before a photo shoot? - Yes, it is best to wear loose clothes without underwear on the way to a shoot because bras, panties, and some elasticated clothing leave marks on your skin that take time to fade out and will spoil the pictures. But don't forget to take some underwear with you to wear on your way home.

15. Any final tips? - Don't forget to thank the staff that work with you, they are the ones who will help make you a star.

"That makes it sound so easy, I can't think of any other questions right now, but I'm sure when I do the first set it will be quite scary."

"No, what you were doing before was scary, and dangerous, modelling is a walk in the park, it makes me feel tingly and alive, Sandra took my first pictures, at the audition, but now John shoots all my stills sets and we laugh all the time. Oksana is the lady who I've done the videos with, I like her too, but of course we don't tell jokes while filming and I need to concentrate to get the dialogue right, though it's getting easier the more I practice using English."

"How many models are there Anna?"

"Well at the school I go to there are nine of us, at the other school in the city popular with the models there's more than twice that, then there are a few more scattered about who just go to schools nearer to where they live."

"So there are between forty to fifty models on the web site?"

"Gosh no, I thought you meant girls living in the city, there's hundreds and hundreds of girls right across the country just on our web site, but there's a whole network of sites in the group, so it must be over a thousand girls, Marta would know more about it than me.

Then of course there are at least thirty other companies in eastern Europe and some run several web sites so who can say how many models there are.

Having done the tour she sort of knew it wasn't a small operation, but she was stunned to find so many young girls were able to gain an income from taking their clothes off in front of the camera, from the earnings that Ivan had spoken of, it had seemed too good to be true, but maybe not. Language was her strong suit rather than maths, nevertheless it didn't take a maths whiz to see if there were that many girls then there must be literally millions of men out there who were willing to pay for these images.

Irisha was fascinated hearing about Anna's experiences, about the members forum, and the models forum, which the studio wanted to launch as soon as a sufficient number of girls had learned to communicate with the people from their vast foreign membership who were willing to sign up to participate in this additional feature the studio was to host.

Marta came looking for them as she had heard of Irisha's arrival, and lunch was being dished up in the kitchen, they could smell the enticing aroma as they stepped inside, reaching the source the workers were all lined up to be served, but seeing the girls insisted they skip the line. In other circumstances Irisha may have felt guilty but it was plain there was plenty to go round, and the doctor had insisted she eat at least three good meals a day, something she had missed out on until a week ago. At the end of the serving line the ladies were running there was even a box of bread rolls and another with fresh fruit.

The dinning room had chairs set out by long folding tables so they could eat in comfort, Marta lead them to a half full table where five teenage boys were sitting in matching shirts, they introduced themselves and were surprisingly polite. From the boys conversation at the table, it seemed they were working outside on the grounds surrounding the large house and planned to start trimming the hedges that skirted the pavement that afternoon.

Irisha said little, and listened a lot, her earlier chat with Anna could not be continued in their current company, but at last she asked Marta why she had wanted them to meet on a building site. "Em, because my dad's working here, we can talk about it later."

Irisha wondered if she had put her foot in it, Marta came across as so self assured, but just now she had hesitated almost at a loss for words. Whatever the reason Marta said they would talk after lunch, so she would wait and see.

Irisha expected her eyes to bug out like some cartoon character, as she heard later that the house was an investment project funded by their studio earnings, it was fortunate they were sitting back in the gazebo or she would fallen over with the shock, she looked over at the house then back to the two girls, Anna shrugged her shoulders and smiled.

Looking back at the enormous house she thought back to her nightmare, three nights sucking the cocks of unwashed strangers for a pittance, as opposed to 'plan B' flashing your body in front of a friendly photographer in a nice warm safe studio - no contest. Irisha had looked pale for a while, Marta said it was shock, and maybe they should get her a hot sweet tea, but she recovered soon enough hugging them both before leaving.

This was Anna's first real chance to speak to her sister alone, but there were still lots of people scurrying about so she just said there was something very important she wanted to show her later in her room, about a discovery she had made the day before.

Marta was now curious about whatever had aroused her sister's interest, but if it had to wait for a more private location it must be a private matter and she would have to wait, in the mean time she went looking for her dad.

"Daddy can we talk for a moment?"

With a barely suppressed grin and a raised eyebrow he asked what she was after this time, where in truth he now found great pleasure in being able to for-fill any request made by his kids, to make up for all those times in the past when it had not been possible. Typically her request was not for herself but for others, her team needed work boots, with more rain expected and the increasing likely-hood of frosts if the weather turned.

Igor was well aware the job would be completed long before there was any serious risk of frost, October was only half over and it was a relatively dry month, which gave them the last weather window of the year, as a golden opportunity to nail this project. He had heard the talk on site, Marta's team were all homeless kids, and now she felt even more responsible, so he said they aught to get them some jackets as well, nothing that looked fancy or matching as they might get stolen. Marta hugged her dad thanking him burying her face in his broad chest to hide the fact she was crying.

The little shudders and the fact his shirt was getting wet were clues enough for Igor, he also knew from Ella that his little girl was now a young lady, so he should be more patient in regard to any sudden emotional changes. If she was anything like her mother, Ella used to get a bit weepy when she was younger and approaching that time of the month, he found a long hug always tended to make her feel better.

She always liked the way her dad smelled, it was a smell she identified in her mind with the word manly, after a holding her dad for a bit he gave her a light slap on her bum, and said he'd better go to see what everyone was doing. Marta gave her dad one last squeeze then run off to the nearest bathroom to wash her face, looking about the room she decided to check the other bathrooms and toilets throughout the house. Calling next in the kitchen Marta spoke to the oldest lady who seemed to be in charge to discover what arrangements her father had made. Typically for a man he'd thought of the food and drink, but missed the other necessary details, so Marta gave the woman enough cash for a stack of toilet rolls, soap, cleaning supplies, and also towels, as the men staying there, and her team would need a bath or shower.

It was disappointing that she wouldn't see Karl, but he had to be at work that morning and had course work, and revision he needed to catch up with during the afternoon, Marta really wanted to spend more time alone with him. It was OK yesterday seeing him, but it wasn't boyfriend girlfriend time, as there was no opportunity to be together in private.

Going outside she found Anna and her dad looking up at the men in baskets on the end of the long articulated cherry-picker arms, one was checking and cleaning the gutters, and another was cleaning the paintwork of the upper story windows. Igor was pleased to have this equipment on loan as it was quicker to do the jobs this way than it would by using either ladders or scaffolding. In each direction you looked there were people working, busy with some aspect of the renovation, Marta could now see her own team working their way along the hedging that fronted the property, barrow loads of clippings wheeled back to the garden to dry out by the bonfire before being shovelled on.

Anna was full of questions for her dad, for she had seen less than her sister of the practical work he had done in the past, and was curious of the progress that might occur during the coming week, as it was unlikely they would visit until the following weekend. Marta's memory of the men her father used to work with in his old job, was different from the current scene, the jovial banter between the men as they got stuck in, not a scowling face in sight, even their language was moderated, she wondered if that was due to the ladies on site or because of her and her sister.

Anna tagged along when Marta went to see her crew before heading home, to say how pleased everyone was with their work, and that they should see Yaroslaw or Melenki during the week for instructions, and check with them when they saw an opportunity to try the local car washing scheme. She didn't mention the boots or jackets as that would hopefully come up as a surprise later in the week.

At home the boys were full of stories about the giant dinosaur skeletons, about dinosaur models they had seen, and all the other displays at the science museum, having been out most of the day their mum used one of her standby meals from the freezer to feed her hungry hoard. Later just as Anna thought she could get Marta off on her own Karl called, so her plans were thwarted waiting impatiently for her sister's attention.

As soon as Marta was free Anna hustled her off to her bedroom, even going so far as to hang the 'Do not disturb' sign she had made in art class on the outside of her door.

Anna fired up the secure 'studio work' laptop as she began to tell Marta of the text files she had found on the last disk, the one Marta hadn't viewed yet. She found the folder where she had transferred the files, going through them in the same order, web sites for security nerds like Boris, the list of thirty or more back-doors into teen sites like they had seen on disk, saying how Marta could follow any updates for her research, and pasted a few sites into the browser for Marta to see.

They skipped over the listings about big boobs, bums and stockings, but skimmed through a few of the web sites that listed further web sites, but they went on to check on some of the nudist sites, to confirm there was a bias towards pictures featuring girls from school age up to about mid teens then tailing off dramatically for any woman over twenty-five, women older than that only appeared if they were incidental to younger girls in the same photograph. Anna noted that her sister was checking out the men and teenage boys, so began to tease her about it, asking how they compared with Karl.

When at last they could tear themselves away from the nudists frolicking about on the beaches and other beautiful locations, Anna grinned saying how the next folder had some very naughty stuff in it, they were web sites that were called bulletin boards, and she hadn't got around to viewing any of the other remaining folders, so she didn't know what sort of stuff they held.

Anna loaded the first URL into her browser, the one she had previously viewed, waiting to see her sister's reaction to the images it revealed. She watched Marta's face, wide eyed as she took in the scenes of sexual abandon, Marta took over scrolling down, and clicking to each new page, her lips moving silently as she read the various captions beside the images, till at last their eyes met.

"Oh my god, this is,... this is,.. well I don't know, this must be real pornography, but there are boys and girls there younger than us, from the pictures they must know more than we do about sex. If the words next to the pictures are true then this stuff is about incest, I think all that is illegal, that must be why some of them are hiding their faces so people don't recognise them."

They followed right through to the last page, then loaded the next site, then the next, Marta was beginning to see patterns, different types of material and sources, forming ideas that would lead to a new database in order to make sense of the variety of new imagery. Thinking they had run out of shock, they opened a file from the next folder to find they hadn't even started, bug eyed they saw that dogs weren't man's best friend at all, if anything they were in competition, ladies and even some teenage girls seemed very friendly with their dogs, some were even playing with other animals.

Both girls had been squirming in their seats for some time, and it was getting late, Anna told her sister about how wet she had got the first time she had viewed these web sites, and how she was again feeling tingly and wet. She told Marta about her abortive attempt at masturbation and how the call to supper had spoiled things as she was beginning to experience new and intense feelings, a sort of expectation that something was about to happen, then shyly admitted she was also fearful she could be about to wet herself.

Marta was most sympathetic, saying it looked like she would be able to orgasm next time, and how she thought she was going to wet herself her first time, so it was best to go and pee beforehand, so if she did loose control only a little pee would escape. The girls hugged then went through their nightly bathroom routine before going to bed each with the same goal in mind. If anyone had been listening there were gasps whimpers and drawn out breaths from both bedrooms, and Anna reached the goal she sort for the very first time. In the satisfying afterglow Anna had found a new favourite pastime, though she still wished her boobs would get a move on.

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Thanks to those of you for your recent comments good to see a few people hanging on - more like a cross country event than a 100m sprint. I'm always keen to hear your thoughts on any topics raised in this narrative, as a novice help is always welcome. As Arin is taking a well deserved break I will try to post some additional chapters to last through this intermission. Not having my own 'on topic' blog, website, or e-mail address, I often visit the forum on this site to join the current subjects under debate.

In chapter 32 we see Irisha's debut in front of the camera for an audition - or is it?