Thread: Mom's Futa Slag Girlfriends ( Submissive Pup & Genasi )

Is it too public? Grace asked her as they started driving. The changing rooms are by definition private, said Eun. Grace's nasty intentions betrayed through her smile. It began to creep out little by little, and once her mind was spinning up plans, it was there to stay. You've got a little hangup, don't you Kayla? Sounds like we need to go hard on public play all weekend. So many times in such a short span they were making Mikayla squirm. Eun seemed to enjoy it. For once, she and Grace were in the front seat fidgeting now. Filled with anxious energy dreaming about the possibilities, becoming daring with what a good citizen could get away with, what onlookers might let them get away with, and where. But it wasn't the exhibitionism itself that delighted, as their many glances back in the mirror told. It was the way it promised to make Mikayla feel which was so devilish. It went on this way until they reached the first stop. There was a shop by itself, separated from the others joined all in a row, the pariah. Glowing letters tantalized in colors meant for bedroom satin, Jazmine's, but through windows veiled in harem curtains the merchandise and clientele remained a mystery. The parking was, customarily, off to the side and discreet from traffic. When Eun and Grace stepped from the car, it was immediately time to dote on Mikayla. Let's go inside. The words were gentle, the hands buoying her courage from behind were soft but insistent. At her own pace she should take these steps, but under no circumstances were she allowed to turn back. There was no getting out of this deal. The inside was partitioned into little alcoves where the shy could disappear into shelves upon shelves of lovely little packages of pleasure. Cameras did the watching from above while the woman at the counter, before a rich mosaic of the filthiest and highest definition blu-ray releases, did her assigned college calculus reading. Grace passed between two confident mannequins modeling the skimpiest holiday costumes, leading Mikayla by the hand down the rabbit hole of sleek long boxes, clean and white and sealed in plastic. I'd like to buy you a bullet, said Grace. She held a windowed box before her sweater to display a perfectly smooth, silver vibrator for Mikayla. It was a little thick, for a beginner. This one is for your butt. It runs very quietly, so we can play in public. Eun lingered outside the aisle, flipping boxes in her hands in search of new hedonistic delights. And, if you're good this weekend, we'll give you a rabbit. Grace showed her another like a twist of ginger root, one fat prong and the other short with two little nubs. This longer part fills up your pussy, she said, tracing the shape, demonstrating for the class. And the rabbit nuzzles your clit at the same time. It's going to change your world, so we'll get the very best they have. The box she waggled was well in the triple digits. If you're good. This is the egg, it's a remote for public play, Grace showed her. And the hook on this one is for -concentrated- g-spot stimulation. It's supposed to make you squirt, but, ah- She rolled her eyes. I don't know about that. The last one she pointed out on the bottom shelf, because her arms were already full. It had serious heft and bulk to it. Batteries alone would not power this beast- it needed an outlet. That one is the Hitachi wand. You're going to ride it cowgirl. Again Eun led her by the hand to the checkout, where the whole collection could be tallied. This and that Grace added to the total, while the cashier examined Mikayla's face. Aren't you a lucky girl. How will you be paying? Eun handed her the card. Her left hand tickled up the back hem of Mikayla's sun dress drape, and snaked down the small of her back to discover her bold g-string. A smile pressed to her ear. Kayla, you wonderful girl, she whispered. And even if the woman behind the counter didn't notice, the cameras caught it all.