Our feet were simply bigger than hers even then, so we went to her mother's closet. She had one pair of black Mary Jane style shoes and a pair of pink...open toe sandals that matched my dress.She brought us out to the living room and had us stand at attention. "Since you two cannot be trusted out by yourselves, I have decided to dress you up like good little girls. You can go out like this if you wish, but I'm guessing you won't.You will both have to prove that you are good little girls before. My tongue lapped at her aroused pussy as her breathing kept getting more labored."Rub your clit!" I said loudly between lapping her juices up.When her hand began rubbing her clit I pushed my tongue to asshole! I could hear her trying to make noise but it was just a high pitched sound of pleasure that came out. I reached over into my drawer and found the anal beads. She whimpered as I pushed one after another into her ass."Get in a sixty nine!" I said and she rolled on her back as I lowered my. Not yet!I pull my dress so that it sits tight over my body and I lie on the floor of the shower; safe in the knowledge that no-one is going to walk in. I lift my legs up against the wall and curl the bottom of my skirt upwards so that I can see my pussy. I start to masturbate again. One hand is gently cupping my breast as I wriggle my bottom towards the wall. My legs go higher.I had already placed a mirror outside the glass cubicle of the shower and I turn to look at myself in it. Fuck, I look. ?Her voice was hushed, almost maniacal but yet matter-of-fact. Chilling the girls fused spine as she struggled to take her own reflection in. Then a flood of tears as she was reminded from deep in her psyche about her mother. About her ‘normal’ life. The woman’s voice was continuous. Same level same pitch, grating on the girls sanity even more.?Mmmmmmm poor mommy only had the beginning of an idea what her little girl would be useful for. Such a pity she isn’t here to see her little girl.