| Now I know why my husband made me cut my hair!
Mistress laughed.
We giggled, our own apprehension showing in our amusement at Linda's predicament.
Yes, it would be with bared bottoms and pussies that we hentai media preview would meet our masters, I realized.
This was not a tiddly-winks sort of sex party, like I'd read about in Seventeen, where girls arrive clothed and eventually get undressed by their boyfriends.
We would be unclothed despite our elaborate costumes.
Naked where we should be covered, would be covered, even by something as simple as a bikini and covered where we hadn't even hentai media preview thought it necessary, as with gloves and the shielding of pointless parasols.
Mistress herself was allowed more leeway in her attire.
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She put on a lovely pastel pink cocktail dress that covered her from her shoulders to her thighs.
It had an abundance of pink ruffles around her upper arms, huge billowing close-piled ruffles.
Below them her arms were bare.
But the dress came with mittenless gloves that mistress slid up her arms, covering them.
The glove-sleeves merged into the ruffles, leaving, at last, only her hands bare.
The pink of mistress' fingernails matched the color of her dress exactly.
Mistress asked me to button her dress up in back, and I did so.
The pink dress had a white sash around its middle, prettily embroidered, above that were many buttons, too many, each made of pearl.
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