She saw it was a brunette. Linda was pissing also, and the women recognized each other. Sheila stepped forward while Linda stepped back. No one was ta...king. They could hardly see each other. Sheila was approaching her daughter who stood still for a minute, then moved back. Both knew they wanted each other. Droplets were slowly making their way down their thighs. “Stop it, both of you”, said a voice both women recognized as Wendy’s“Don’t do it, Sheila”, said Betty who approached Sheila from the. His eyes met hers and thentraveled down, over the leather and chain halter, past the short leatherminiskirt and finally stopping at the 4 inch spiked heels on her knee highleather boots. As his eyes roved back up her body, his attention was caughtby the leather paddle she held loosely in her hand. His mouth went dry andhis heart started to pound. How could she know?!, he wondered frantically.His mind was racing,....who could have told her...What would she do?! .She looked into his eyes, and. My body looked back at eyes red as the ones in the mirror. I was now standing in the living area, there she was there looking for a missing bag I suppose. He walked up behind her, "Hey Sara!" "What the fuck do you want assholes?" "Tsk tsk tsk what a foul mouth on such a pretty girl." She was a pretty girl skinny small A-cup and a small butt barely enough to cup. "Mind coming to my room for a min. I've got something I need to show you something." "Fuck off!" "I'm sorry I just thought you might. You could feel their eyes roving over you, on your small cute perfect tits and pointing nipples.But mostly you could feel their eyes working their way up your legs then lingering on where your stocking tops finished four inches below your mound. Their gazes were fixated on the line of your upper slit, topped by your clitoral hood.If they looked hard enough (and they did), in the little gap between your thighs, just a hint of soft pussy lips.The two friends turned to your Mistress and said, "Oh.