I haven’t been bare since I was 12. ‘Red, Yellow, Pink, White’, those were my possibilities he wrote. So I was supposed to be his fantasy girl ...and pick out the right color rose which would match my panties, to dovetail into his erotic dreams. ‘That’s what they’re going to stay, dreams’, I muttered to my empty glass. ‘Inside the envelope is the color of the rose that you should bring. If you would rather not play, bring the envelope back to me unopened. No harm done, just a few laughs. If you. “Fist my ass! Fist it!”I did, and pulled out watching her gape try to close. In I went again. As far as I could. I began to pump her ass with my hand. She couldn’t take it and began to squirt everywhere while rubbbing her clit turning her squirt into a sprinkler. I tried catching as much of that warm liquid in my mouth.I was getting hard again. That fast. I felt how smooth the inside of her canal felt. She loved it. I pulled my lubed wet hand out of her ass and watched her asshole try to talk. Letting out a screech, Bobbie Sue tried to stand, buta strong forearm to her back sent her reluctantly back into position. "Please," Bobbie Sue whined, at the sight of her bright pink nipplesnow exposed to the cool summer air (and to anyone watching). The older officer tossed her coffee into a trash can and moved over. "No my dear, we're not done with you yet," she said, snatching apair of handcuffs from her belt. Bobbie Sue felt the cold steel slapped against her wrist. Instinctively, shetried. A frilly top and headpiece, equally frilly undergarments, an embarrassingly short skirt, and black high heels. I donned the uniform as quickly as possible, stumbling in the high heels as she laughed at my lack of coordination in them.After getting dressed, I hobbled towards Madame and bowed formally. "Good," she said unenthusiastically. I knew it was going to be tough to get back into her good graces, but I was determined to try. "Your first task, object, is to clean the dishes kitchen. As.