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clothes to Greta in a messy wad then sat down hard on the couch
with her arms crossed over her chest.
    The doorbell rang 15 minutes later. As the
three other girls watched from a doorway on the other side of the
room, Greta and Rosa walked to the front door and opened it. The
delivery man looked like a college kid, 20 or 21 at the most. He
nearly dropped the pizza when he saw Rosa standing there naked with
a $20 bill in one hand.
    “Good evening!” Greta said. “Rosa, please pay
the man.” The boy took the money with a blank look on his face, his
eyes crawling up and down the naked Latin beauty. “She’s lovely,
isn’t she?” Greta continued. “You may touch her if you like.
Consider that your tip.”
    The boy looked at Greta. “Really?” He handed
her the pizza then reached for Rosa, who tried to back away, but
Greta placed her free hand against Rosa’s spine to keep her in
place. “Your ring was the most expensive of them all,” she mumbled
into the other woman’s ear. “It would be a shame if I got to keep
it.”
    Rosa bit her lip and stood still as the
delivery man fondled her big, soft tits. Then his hand trailed down
her stomach to her bald pussy, and he slid a finger between her
legs. Rosa blushed furiously, but she also found herself growing
wet down there. The boy slid his index finger inside her, moving it
in and out. Rosa breathed harder, her eyes on the floor.
    “I believe that’s enough!” Greta announced.
“Thank you so much, young man.”
    The boy turned and left with a glazed look on
his face, wondering if he had just dreamed the encounter.
    Greta took the pizza to the kitchen then led
the group back to the living room. “Perhaps we’ll eat that later,”
she told them. “But I hate to interrupt the game, so let’s
continue, shall we?”
    Rosa was still flushed and breathing hard as
she flicked the spinner. It landed on 2 for Jan.
    “Oh, this is a fun one,” Greta commented as
she read the pink card. “Rosa, would you rather send a nude photo
of yourself to one of your friends, or have Jan post a nude photo
of herself on Facebook?”
    Rosa chuckled. “Looks like we’ll all be buck naked now, girlfriend.” She waved a hand at Jan. “Come on,
get ‘em off. Time for a little social networking.”
    Jan was too stunned to move. Her eyes were
wide as saucers and her mouth hung open. “No. I can’t. Do you know
how many friends I have on there? Over a thousand!”
    “Rosa, please,” Jennifer begged. “Don’t make
her do this.”
    “Don’t be such a sissy. They don’t allow nude
pics anyway, so they’ll take it down a soon as somebody complains
about it.”
    “And how long will that take?” cried Jan.
“And how many people will see it before then? A hundred? Two
hundred? More?”
    Greta smiled. “Again, chance and fate both
play a major role. Will hundreds of people see the photo, or only a
few? There’s no way to predict. Now please undress, dear. We’ll use
my cell phone.”
    Trembling, Jan stood up and slid her denim
skirt to the ground. Then she took off her bra and panties,
glancing nervously at the other women the entire time. Her breasts
were small and firm, her hips narrow. She kept both hands clamped
over her full brown bush as she stood there waiting.
    “Now, now,” Greta chided as she held up her
phone. “Let’s move those hands, shall we? In fact, put them behind
your back. We don’t want to cheat the audience. Yes, that’s
perfect. Now smile.”
    There was no way Jan could pretend to look
happy, but she did stand motionless while Greta took her picture.
“Oh, that’s nice! You look very pretty, dear.” She handed the phone
to Jan. “Now, please sign in to your account. I would ask for your
password, but I hate to violate a woman’s privacy.”
    Greta giggled at her own joke as Jan took the
phone and logged in. Then she handed it back to the older woman,
who fiddled with it for a moment than declared, “Done! Now let’s
see how many of your