An extremely beautiful black woman in a white catsuit very much like what Shelly was wearing walked out to the middle of the stage. Then I turned very red. Her bright red lipstick accented her lips as she said, “Show her your tails, kittens.”
Mary and Marcy– Kitty One and Kitty Two– turned so they were facing away from each other and wiggled their asses. Shelly’s voice then got very soft. And when she knelt down in front of the first woman, it was equally obvious that she was a he. “Put it on.”
We were all standing in the living room and the window shades were all open, but I pulled the nightshirt up over my head and quickly slid the dress in place. “But in this case,” she said, “Mistress Kiara was looking out for her slave. I was too scared to laugh. “Yes,” Dianne said, “your drinks were all non-alcoholic. It was slightly wider than she was and long enough so that her feet and hands– when she stretched them out– were well within its length. She had told me to leave everything at home, so I didn’t have anything with me.
