”Jennifer rarely made requests and I never denied her anything within my power to deliver. Stacy was a bit of a puzzle. She was no taller than Winni... but had a more rounded figure. Her breasts were a mystery because of the clothes she wore, but anyone could see that they weren’t tiny. Stacy wore every outfit she owned like it was made just for her and her perfume was just the right combination of soft and sweet.If I admitted it to myself, I liked looking at her, but that was as far as it went,. The parcel contained a black crotch less cat suit with holes to allow my full boobs to poke through; it was skin tight causing my ass cheeks and pussy to stand out.There were hobble shoes with 8-inch heels, a spreading bar 18 inches long clipped between the ankles. He walked behind me and reached around to fix a jaw opener in my mouth, I immediately started to dribble; it spilled down onto my tits. No talking now he explained, not unless I ask you. “This is your basic uniform and you will wear. Belle got on the bed and I started to kiss her and rub her breasts. She was shaking already with desire. Our tongues dulled for a while, and I slipped my hand down over her flat stomach and her mound to her pussy. I found that Belle had developed a serious leak.We kissed a little longer, and I brought my hands back up to her breasts and resumed massaging them. Belle's eyes were closed and her breathing was very ragged. She moaned in her need. She was shaking even harder."Are you ready?" I. One night I stood up in front of the group and made up a bullshit story about my supposed addiction and I was in. Then I sat back and waited for my first opportunity.Her name was Harriet and she was a fairly plain looking woman who was obviously very insecure. Her story was classic, she'd never had a boyfriend and suddenly one day a boy asked her out. He'd tried to kiss her goodnight after a date, but she wouldn't let him and he never called again. A year went by before another boy asked her.