He reached out and grabbed the zipper of the halter top. He pulled it down to below my breasts. It fell open a bit. The sides of my breasts were exposed. If I stood up straight it was fine. If I bent over, my n*****s showed.
He turned to Kyle. "What do you think? Starting to look like a real biker slut, don't you think?"
Kyle just nodded.
Biker slut? He called me a biker slut. Kyle didn't even flinch. Well, if it was ok with him, I was going with it. We told the girl I was going to wear the clothes out. She took my old clothes and put them in a bag. I reached in and pulled out my bra and thong. I handed them to Gray.
"I couldn't wear these," I said.
Gray looked at them and handed them to Kyle and said, "Looks like our little biker slut is going commando.
We started walking through ot
