Hey, the buttons are backwards. I wonder why that is? Iwas still able to fasten the buttons but it took a little longer thanone of my own shirts. T...e blouse also fit perfect. Lastly I grabbedthe tie... I checked it out and discovered how it was supposed tofasten. Got it.Oh my! Was all I could think. My heart was racing at 70 miles an hour.These clothes were too cute and felt like they were made for me. Toocute? Perhaps Mrs. Bratten had been right when she chose me to be theIndian. Her feet were a bit apart and it was obvious she was deliberately showing her pussy lips between her legs, off to them. They stared at her and both suddenly squatted down so their faces were level with her pussy. Sarah looked around behind her and laughed. She kept bent forward like that for a moment, looking at their faces as they looked at her pussy lips. Then she said ‘Okay, have you had a good enough look at it?’ She looked back at them for another moment, then stood up and said ‘That’s it.. He loved to see the flushed faces. They were so eager and sweet.Like children going to see Santa Claus. All edgy and excited.His little scheme had worked just great. Every pink dose he had spread around had left the tiniest of residue in the girls' heads. And every one of their countless orgasms had grafted the outline of an idea on their brains. It was the idea that this bliss could last forever. That they might always feel this happy if they only would follow up on their urge.Then Taylor had. What did you wear at Mas … that other place?’ ‘I was not allowed clothing. He always wanted me available.’ ‘Available?’ ‘Yes, Ma … I’m sorry … Yes, Mike. I was to service him in any way he commanded.’ All I could do was sigh. ‘Okay, dropthe blanket and let’s see what we’ve got.’ The covering instantly dropped to the floor and she stood before me, arms at her side. I finally took the time to survey my new charge. Barefoot she barely made five feet. She had shapely legs leading to a bare pussy,.