Finally, she placed the chastity belt back on me and dressed me in a maid's uniform. However, there was one big difference which would become apparent...later: there was no back in the skirt. This meant that the cheeks of my ass would be exposed at all times."What do you think of yourself?" she asked, as we stood in front of a mirror."I-I look pretty Mistress." The truth was; I wasn't just lying to please her. I did look pretty. I didn't even recognize the cute leggy brunette standing in front of. He wasn't a homosexual by any stretch of the imagination. Bobby Branch was a hard core, rabid heterosexual but women, in his mind, were only receptacles and tools. Bobby Branch had never learned the softer emotions of loving or caring for another person. Those emotions were so foreign to him that he didn't even grasp the concept that they could exist.Bobby Branch had grown up in a home dominated by a mean, drunk father and a weak mother who allowed his father to do whatever he wanted, whenever. Responding with a suppressed sigh, the two kissed more passionately and clothes began to be shed. Sylvia was delighted by the hardening, big-aureolad nipples of her partner. Slowly, she pushed Martha back and began to dot a line of kisses from her big tits, down through her belly button and to the top of her underwear. With a soft gliding swoosh, the last piece of clothing was swept away, revealing a thin triangle of blonde hair. After a few caresses, and with much of her fanstasy becoming. She knew she was at best described as plain, being only about 5ft 3inches tall with mousy blonde hair. As she stood looking at her reflection. She hated her appearance. She felt plain and uninteresting and she always remembered her mother saying to her as a child." Men never make passes at girls that wear glasses."She thought ruefully, her Mother had been right. They never made passes at girls with floppy breasts either. It seemed that her only redeeming feature was the fact that she did have a.