The tiny piece of black material protecting what was left of her modesty was only held in place by her limited motion, her tightly clenched thighs, and her hand gripping the newly clipped waist of the suit. Donna, Linda and Stephanie were equally aware of this fact.

“No wonder you wear such ugly swimsuits. You walk like you’ve just pooped your pants.” Stephanie said, laughing.

“Stephanie’s right,” agreed Donna. “Slow down, relax and for God’s sake, let a little air between your thighs!”

Moving with infinite care and as slowly as possible, she relaxed her thighs and widened her stance ever so slightly and slowly moved forward with her hands gripping the top of the suit to keep it in place, taking every care to avoid jarring it loose.

“Are you kidding me?” Linda yelled behind her. “No wonder you like girls. With a walk like that, lezzies are the only ones who would notice you. Straighten your arms and swing them in time with your steps and you might even get someone other than Karen interested in you.”