I had a 35C-19-38 figure in black thong panties and spike heels.I had a 35C-19-38 figure in black thong panties and spike heels. Otherwise I was naked. My pathetic male equipment barely made a bulge in my panties. The man in front of me was seated. They call it couch dancing. I can move all around. He stays on the couch. Sheila wanted me to experience how humiliated women can get being ogled by lecherous men. I danced topless, jumped out of cakes, and couch danced. I ground my hips and rubbed my breasts. Standard stuff. The timer went off and he left. There was another surprise Sheila had promised. Lately, she had seemed more crazy than ever. I had become very scared of her. The bell chimed and the door opened. Sheila walked in. Next to her stood my mother. Her eyes were glazed like mine. She was as deeply in thrall as I was. Denise, my mother, had me when she was only 16. I was 21 and she was a very attractive woman. Sheila clicked her fingers and Denise opened her black vinyl raincoat. She was dressed exactly the same as I was. Sheila hung big rhinestone chandeliers from our earlobes and wide matching chokers around our necks. |