Even though the fourteen year old girl had not taken off a stitch, spirits were high in the conference room and breathing began to get labored as the men prepared for what they thought would be an interesting show.

For a time they were silent, watching with rapt attention as Hudson spoke rapidly to the girl, gesticulating with one hand while with the other he pointed to a bed behind her. The girl seemed to understand only slowly in her half stoned state. And then it dawned on her that she was supposed to be nude. With a smile of comprehension, and a little flick of her head, she grasped the hem of the tartan school uniform she wore and slowly pulled it upwards.

Watching, Mitch Bryant sucked in his breath, then let it out with a long, low whistle as the girl's slim, tapering legs were fully exposed, and then her tight, well-rounded thighs. At the sight of her voluptuous torso, even Bill Lowell emitted a little groan of pleasure. She's luscious, he thought but so is the reverend's wife and it's not going to be long before I have her squirming under my cock!

Now Marilee reached behind her back, to quickly unhook the restraining band of her bra. It fell to the carpeted floor at her feet, and her firm ripe breasts were revealed to the watching men, the turgid nipples standing out on the two snowy-white mounds. She turned now, bending over slowly, and began to draw the thin wisp of her sheer nylon panties down over her curved hips and buttocks. They slid sensuously down over her smooth thighs, over her full, firm calves to her feet and she stepped out of them, pushing them aside with a quick little kick.

The youngster turned towards Dave again, her lust-inciting nakedness completely exposed from the smooth half-spheres of her high, proud breasts to the soft dark patch of sparsely curling pubic hair nestling between her tightly closed thighs.