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Marsha Jennings was more than the girl next door type. At sixteen her looks and figure could shame any college hottie you could care to name. She was tall with long honey blond hair, flashing green eyes and a perfect smile. She drew attention from men not normally attracted to teens.She had fallen in love with the fitness modeling circuit at a young age It happened when she stumbled onto one of their shows while on vacation with her family. Upon hearing of her new interest, her overly indulgent father filled their basement with top of the line weights and benches.Marsha would spend two to three days a week working out. By the time she reached her sixteenth birthday she had a figure that was truly stunning. She felt confident enough and entered her first contest for those under eighteen. She easily won and used the prize money to further her interest in this relatively new competition.*All the while Marsha looked forward to her eighteenth birthday when she could enter the regular contests and go toe to toe with the older girls and make a name for herself.Despite it being Saturday, Marsha Çukurambar escort bayan was up early as though she was going to school. She headed down to the basement where she would spend the next hour on exercises designed to keep her stomach flat and her superb body firm and tight.The sound of her parents moving around the kitchen caused her to end her workout early. She headed back upstairs to join them for breakfast. Marsha was surprised that they were already dressed for the day and was about to ask why*then she remembered that they were leaving for the day.*As she took her morning supplements her mom poured them coffee. They once again reminded her of the rules and mentioned the fact if she wasn't working she would be joining them."No boys or parties. Do you hear me young lady?" her father said"Yes, sir." she responded."Text us when you're home from your job," mom added.Marsha's heart began to beat wildly and she struggled to maintain a calm exterior. This was the opportunity she had dreamed of. There was kisses and hugs goodbye before Escort demetevler they disappeared out the door.*As soon as their car hit the street Marsha picked up her cell and placed a call. It was answered on the third ring."Hey babe," the voice said."Hey, yourself. You got any plans?" she asked."None. Why?""My parents just left and won't be back until Sunday,"Marsha stated."Give me an hour," the voice said with a touch of excitement before the call ended.Marsha flew to the bathroom to shower. As she soaped herself she noticed that her nipples were hard just thinking about her visitor. She ran her hands over her perfect breasts and felt the heat begin to pool in her pussy, she had to will herself to calm down.*Ten minutes later she stood naked before the large dresser mirror in her bedroom and blow dried her long hair. Then it was time for makeup. She didn't wear as much as she did when competing. She didn't need it. Once satisfied that she looked good, it was time to dress.She chose the silkiest white thong and bra she owned along with a dikmen escort little white slip, then it was time to dress. This was a no-brainer as she knew what they liked. It was something they had talked about it many times. Marsha opened her closet to reveal her school uniforms.*Her parents had pulled her out of the public school almost a year ago and placed her in a private all girls academy. This was done when the atmosphere at the public school turned violent with the influx of students from the inner city.Now this prestigious school that had a uniform policy in place for all students. To compensate for having to wear a uniform many of the girls wore the skimpiest and sexiest underwear they owned under the stoic uniforms.*The uniform consisted of a short gray skirt, blue blazer, white shirt, and tie. The mandatory white knee socks were the last thing she slid up her silky legs. As she stood there checking her appearance she heard the powerful motorcycle pull into the driveway.She literally ran to the kitchen and through the window, she watched as the rider stopped the Harley just inches from the garage door. The engine was switched off and the kickstand lowered in one movement. Seconds later there was a knocking on the side door and she flew to open it.Marsha stepped back to allow the rider to enter. The helmet was unbuckled and removed, it released a long cascade of brunette hair from under it.