I grabbed my bra, the type that was designed to constrain such unwieldy, large boobs like mine. I grabbed the long, black skirt. I always wondered why girls want to show off their flesh and attract boys’ attention. I shouldn’t feel at all strange about it, but my mother orchestrated this. “Just devour her, you sexy slut!”
“God, your mother’s a filthy dyke!”
“Eat that dyke-mother’s cunt!”
“Yes!” Mother hissed. How delicious you look in those clothes. The top had as little fabric as the skirt. To be continued in the next tale of Mind-Controlling Panties… I pulled them up my legs, the strange, electrical tingle racing ahead of them. Curvy and lush, her bounty overflowing. How delicious you look in those clothes. My nipples throbbed. You naughty girl.”
SMACK! She wasn’t like one of those flashy girls.
