Then a short pastel blue skirt. The brunette explained thatdemure young ladies chose underwear that more or less matched theirskirts, so that it would...not be too obvious if anything showed. "But youare a sissy, and we want any flashes of your undies to be clearlydisplayed - that's part of the fun!" As I stepped into my high heels, Irealised that my short skirt and flared petticoat were designed to ensurethat only the most unobservant onlooker would remain ignorant for long ofwhat I was wearing. From grinding hard on me, her movements suddenly changed to desperate thrusts, she was going to cum! I let go, pounding as hard as I could into her until my pussy contracted hard and body froze. An instant later, I was squirting hard as I started to cum and then felt Isabella squirting her juices into my opened pussy. I always got a buzz when she came and couldn’t help smiling at her as we began to relax and cuddle together. We lay together for a few minutes before we had to get up. We. ”“Well, if the victims were stripped and assaulted, can you tell me what type of ‘unsavoury’ injuries were inflicted by this gang on these innocent lads? You make it sound like they were, how shall I say it, sexually molested?”“No, no, not exactly, but all their clothes were removed, along with their watches, money, mobile phones, personal documents and credit cards; and they were subjected to ... well, indignities.”“Very interesting,” Tim commented, “And what connection am I supposed to have. And as the days passed, and nothing happened, except that I grew fatter and softer and more placid about it all, the daily injections were just another part of my day.One of the first things Daddy Sir did was take away my shoes and socks and throw a pair of cheap rubber flip-flops down on the floor in front of me. Shoes were a waste of good leather on a pig, he told me; whoever heard of a pig wearing shoes and socks? ?Do you need shoes and socks, fuckpig?? ?No, Daddy Thir,? I said in my absurd.