That evening Paris told Britney, “Tonight you’ll wear a short black sleeveless dress with slits up both sides, no panties, no bra and 4” pumps. We’re going dancing again tonight,” Paris said.
She tossed Britney a bag containing the dress and shoes.
Britney took the items from the bag and headed off to put them on.
“That won’t be necessary, slut,” Paris said to stop Britney in her tracks; “You can put them on outside the front door like usual.”
Britney blushed as blood sank to her feet. She felt lightheaded and completely humiliated. How did she ever get herself in this situation? Why did she have to lick Lindsay’s pussy that night? What was she thinking?
Britney’s mind fogged with uncertainty and questions as she slowly shuffled to the front door and stepped outside. She pulled the black dress over her head and was shocked at it’s shortness and with the tiny four inch slits on each side, “Oh my gawd,” she thought to herself, “I’ll never be able to hide myself in this.”
Just to make sure there was a clear delineation between the two of them, Paris wore a pair tight blue jeans, knee high white boots and a sheer white top…with a camisole underneath.
The media had a field day as Paris paraded Britney around town. She made sure that she had her arm around Britney in the “dominant” position, you know, about shoulder height so Britney would have to put her arm under hers. This also allowed Paris to lift up on the back of Britney’s dress without her knowledge so she could expose Britney’s butt to the paparazzi.
She also had Britney get in and out of her low-riding car so that Britney had no choice but to flash her puss to the cameras. At one point Paris intentionally pulled her from the car and lifted her dress for the paparazzi.
She tossed Britney a bag containing the dress and shoes.
Britney took the items from the bag and headed off to put them on.
“That won’t be necessary, slut,” Paris said to stop Britney in her tracks; “You can put them on outside the front door like usual.”
Britney blushed as blood sank to her feet. She felt lightheaded and completely humiliated. How did she ever get herself in this situation? Why did she have to lick Lindsay’s pussy that night? What was she thinking?
Britney’s mind fogged with uncertainty and questions as she slowly shuffled to the front door and stepped outside. She pulled the black dress over her head and was shocked at it’s shortness and with the tiny four inch slits on each side, “Oh my gawd,” she thought to herself, “I’ll never be able to hide myself in this.”
Just to make sure there was a clear delineation between the two of them, Paris wore a pair tight blue jeans, knee high white boots and a sheer white top…with a camisole underneath.
The media had a field day as Paris paraded Britney around town. She made sure that she had her arm around Britney in the “dominant” position, you know, about shoulder height so Britney would have to put her arm under hers. This also allowed Paris to lift up on the back of Britney’s dress without her knowledge so she could expose Britney’s butt to the paparazzi.
She also had Britney get in and out of her low-riding car so that Britney had no choice but to flash her puss to the cameras. At one point Paris intentionally pulled her from the car and lifted her dress for the paparazzi.
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