Where's mine?" "It was Sarah who replied asMelanie was laughing too much, "You've obviously never used a washingmachine, did you really think it would...only take 15 minutes to wash anddry clothes in the state yours were. It will be another....... oh, 45 minutesbefore they're washed and at least half an hour to dry." My heart sank,what was I to do? I quickly looked round for somewhere to hide, but therewas no-where, not even a thick enough shrub to use as cover. I pleadedwith the girls, "OK. I know it is wrong and against the society. But the scene is not allowing me to move back. She is washing her boobs, pussy and ass. She bent down to wash her legs. Her boobs are moving like two big balls and her back is very nice. After 5 minutes, she saw me and covered her body with her hands with shy. As she has seen me and there is no use when I went back, I am observing her with anxiety. She slowly removed her hands from her body and with one hand pressing her boobs and with other hand, she. She had to let them out a little as her hips were slightly wider than Vikki's, but the ties made that easy. The top however, barely contained Vikki's breasts, Yvette thought as when she put it on, no more than her nipples and slight swell were covered.There was nothing else though and Yvette made a mental note of not moving too fast for fear of falling out! Her raven hair contrasted beautifully and she tied it in a loose pony-tail to keep it out of her face. Grabbing a towel she headed. If she looked to her right she could see the fluid level dropping and gauge how much more she was going to have to take. She was close to crying out, begging for mercy, taking a risk on the shock collar, simply to tell the woman that she couldn't take any more when she heard the snap of the surgical gloves being removed and the sound of footsteps retreating. She looked to her right just in time to watch the woman head for the door and, when it closed behind her, she realised she was now.