”“Yes Mistress”“Good girl…Now let’s see here, which outfit will He just love?” sissy heard Mistress say as she started to fix her makeup...that just ran down her face from the crying.A couple moments later Mistress appeared with 3 uniforms in her hand.“Done sissy?”“Just a moment Mistress.”“Good.”Mistress went back to sissy’s closet and came back out with sissy’s locking 5’’ black patent pumps. Then She started going through sissy’s panty drawer and looked as if She was on a mission. She started. " So might I have been as Amber turned to face me and very seriously, very deliberately, pulled her skirt up to reveal her legs and then the ‘V’ of her crotch.There was a tiny sliver of bright yellow. It dipped down dangerously. But more importantly, the material was sheer. Transparent. I could see Amber’s pussy. Clearly. Not just an outline, an impression or the contour lines on a map. I could see the actual skin. The flesh.Skin? My mouth fell open. There were no pubes. At all. Completely. Whenever I used to see here I used to feel like fucking her from all side. Her ass was so good in tight jeans and a pair of thigh look like perfect V share cut and a perpendicular line in middle takes me to deep inside. Similarly she has perfect round shape boobs and adequate amount of fats on belly area. Now let me tell you about how I used to know her. I used to stay with my wife in Bangalore and she was around 3 lane ahead of me.It was my daily routine to go on bakery to have smoke at-least. She didn't dare to divulge it all to him. She knew he would demand a price that would cut her profit down considerably, and she envisioned quite a sum from Gamal if her plan worked well. It had to work, it was her only chance.Shalla listened intently to the outline of his part in this venture of the French lady. She tried to sound casual as she described to him the details of the actions he was to perform but he knew now beyond all doubt from the discernible concern in her eyes that there was.