Your bodies were so similar that Stacy would often borrow your clothes, and one time she convinced you to try on one of her dresses for fun. You never...did that again…because you were embarrassed at how well they fit- not tight, but snug enough to hug your body in all the “wrong” places.“Alright, lets head in” I said, as we began walking to the building with our luggageThe dorm buildings were co-ed, but genders were separated by floors. Stacy and I choose the same building, and I was assigned. Unlike most of slave's clothes, it is not see-through.The catch is that it is just long enough to cover between slave's nipples andsex, but scarcely an inch longer. Master had it specially altered. If the dresscomfortably covers all of slave's sex, than the top of slave's areola are justvisible above the dress. If slave's areola are well covered, slave's sex lipstry to peek out below the hem. Needless to say, due to Master's tenet regardingadjusting clothing, i walk very carefully wearing the. I was already on the other side of town, with no idea of where I was heading. It was starting to get a little darker now, more in keeping with my brooding thoughts. I kept coming back to something I had always known in the back of my head, that none of this had much to do with Brenda. She was the focus of it, but it was always more about the relationship I had with Mama, and the need each of us had to get their own way. Our styles were different, but in the end, it was simply a contest of. ..Kate was panting now...she didn't know how much more she could take...but god it felt so good....suddenly her master pulled out of her pussy...he pulled her up and turned her round....Kate's legs were like jelly, he pushed her back on to the dresser, lifting her legs up, holding them wide, she watched as he spat on her asshole...Kate was mesmerised....their eyes locked for a brief moment....Kate felt the tip of her masters cock push against her ass...she held her breath....he pushed.