She just had to look at her schedule and what she had to do that day, what would happen, and dress accordingly. It took away the burden of thinking up...something new all the time.It’s how she had selected her outfit at home this morning; Ninon had scheduled her to clean the house and so she decided on the “French Maid” costume - with Ninon’s approval, of course.After gruesome punishment sessions two nights in a row, Donna had decided to ask for permission for anything and everything she did.. Simon hugged her back. "How...how can you recognize me?"The woman leaned down to be face to face with her child. "Do you reallythink I couldn't my own child no matter what form you were to take?" "Do you know why I changed?" Simon asked her."You put on this sailor fuku," the mother explained indicating the navyblue with gold trim outfit worn by Simon. "Why would you do that?"Simon's cheeks flushed and she looked off to the side feeling extraexposed in the skirt and fluttery outfit. "Umm." Its. I licked the shot that hit her chin. I put my tongue in her mouth. While we were sharing that cum, I rubbed her other tit. I slid my hand down to her pussy. It was still wet. I thought, Why waste all of that pussy juice. I should slid down and lick her pussy clean. I kissed, sucked and licked her pussy. Unfortunately she had a bit to much to drink, she could not orgasm. We talked about going to the next meeting. Laura really did not want to go. I told her we could try to hook up with Joe. It had been his fault, for not paying attention. He liked Jack. Trusted Jack. As the teen's fingers did their thing on her arm, Gary saw Sam's body slowly deflate in resignation. Gary moved his hand to her shoulder."It'll be OK. You're needed to protect your sister." He cocked his head, as if considering something. "Start teaching Jack some swordplay. Give him the basics." Her eyes lit up at that, even as Gary suddenly had a pang of doubt. He hoped steel swords were all the two teens sparred.