A drone

Erica stayed at the window for a long time. When she finally left the window, she decided that playtime was over and it was time to get dressed again. But strangely, her bra was nowhere to be found! “That’s strange…” she thought to herself. She took a lookout the window and realised that they had fallen out onto her front lawn.

“Drat!” She muttered. It was a windy day and they were starting to catch onto the wind. This was one of her favourite bras, and she didn’t want to lose it. But it would take too long to get dressed into a new outfit before she went to collect it. She figured she had no other choice…

Erica ran outdoors, her ass bumping up and down and her breasts blowing in the wind. But she retrieved her outfit just in time. Breathing a sigh of relief, Erica walked back to her front door which had locked itself behind her. Shit. She had forgotten her keys. And now she only had a bra to wear.

Erica hid behind a hedge in her garden. She had a spare key hidden in a secret place in the park a few streets away, but there was no way she could get there without clothes. Just when it seemed like things couldn’t get any worse, a drone flew up to her, bouncing back and forth with glee. Erica was disgusted to see a small camera attached to the front. She also noticed a screen, just big enough to fit the words “Looks like you’re in a spot f trouble, hottie. Want me to help?”