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White Slave Tales - Charity Slave Auction

... again to go and get some clothes, but Glenn said, "Go and get your things and bring them here. I'll decide what you wear today. Then you can put your stuff in my tent."

I went to my tent, reached for my bag, and brought it out to Glenn and handed it to him. He opened it up and looked through it and he handed me a bikini bottom and a tank top. He said, "Put these on, they'll do for now. I'm pretty sure we can find something better when the vendors open up."

I had been avoiding looking around since I returned from the shower. I glanced around now, though, and I saw a lot of people walking on the narrow path that passed through this area. They were heading up towards the area with the vendors and where the cars and motorcycles would be on display once we got up there and unloaded them. Most of the growing crowd that was passing by was looking at me. There appeared to be a lot of teenagers among them and that kind of made me uncomfortable. I seemed to be the only one that was uncomfortable though. Of course, I was the only one that was naked. I was the one that would go to jail if the cops came down here to arrest the naked lady.

I took my time getting dressed. I stepped into the bikini bottoms and then I pulled the tank top on and I was ready. We all decided that rather than try to make an edible breakfast at the campsite we would go up to the vendors and find something to eat there.

We all went out to the path. It is a six foot wide paved path that goes all the ...

... way around the fair grounds, winding past the vendors and to the exhibits near the front. It winds all the way through and comes out the other side of the exhibit halls and circles back around through the camping area.

The vendors set up in tents on both sides of the path selling all kinds of stuff. A lot of it is car and bike stuff, since that is what the show is about this weekend. They also sell leather goods and biker patches and t-shirts and just about anything else that you can imagine.

Everyone in our group was walking behind Glenn and me as we strolled up the path. Glenn had his arm around my shoulder and his hand was draped over my breast and as we walked he gently massaged my breast.

The vendors were only just starting to open up. We had talked it over and decided to eat and set up our cars for the show before checking out the vendors. But we had not gone very far when Glenn spotted something in one of the tents and pulled me over there. Our whole group stopped and Glenn picked up a tiny piece of cloth called a Wicked Weasel. It was semi-transparent and covered almost nothing!

He looked through them and bought a bright red one and ordered me to put it on, right then and there. I took off my top and my bikini bottoms and handed them to Dale. Then I stood holding the weasel thing up and trying to figure out how to put it on as strangers came to a sudden stop all around us to watch.

The salesman couldn't have been happier and he helped me into the suit, ...