She took the hanger off the rack and held it up against her in the mirror, and blushed bright red and put it back. No way could she ever wear somethin... that small! Still, every few minutes as she walked through the shop, her eyes kept stealing back to the dress. The idea was ridiculous, though. After circling the rack several times, she finally succumbed and picked it up. She could barely meet the salesgirl’s eyes as she laid it on the counter and opened her purse for a credit card.She picked. Breeders were given a certain amount of affection, to assist in the spawn's development. Carie's face was soon kept company by a pair of brown thighs. Carie could clearly smell her patron's pussy juices and the smell of sweat. She theorized this breeder had been used today, and she'd be correct.The farmer wives walked in, placing platters one the hands and backs of the house slaves. Carie struggled a bit with the weight of the heavy iron platter, but adjusted soon enough. As dinner went on, the. I decided to just be free, play willingly, and allow myself to enjoy this very fortunate situation. ‘Yes.’ ‘Okay, truth or dare?’ She asked me in a sexy, feminine voice as she looked at me with her sexy bedroom eyes. ‘Truth.’ ‘What have you done sexually?’ she asked. ‘I guess nothing really.’ I had actually done a little, but mostly with my friends at sleepovers while playing similar games, most notoriously the nervous game. ‘But you’re so cute, and you have a big cock. You need to plow. They got together all the time in fact. They talked about everything although Trisha wasn’t the chattiest person around. She had her moments but this wasn’t necessarily one of those moments but it was bothering her nonetheless. However, once she sat and listened to them and once she heard their stories, and seeing as she sat there throughout it all she began thinking about that guy who again produced that same burning rage all of a sudden that she liked feeling inside her body. So she knew she.