A girl costume

Brenda giggled softly as she looked at the clothes laid out on the bed. A clutter of filmy veils and almost microscopic halter and panties that was unmistakeably a **** girl outfit.

"So you want to fuck a **** girl, do you Master?" she giggled softly as she undressed and put on the costume. Looking at herself in the mirror she giggled again, admiring how the veils concealed nothing of her ripe teen body but emphasised her sexuality.

She added the final touch, a golden ribbon choker around her throat, and felt herself grow wet and warm with excited anticipation as she examined the final result.

"Master should be very pleased," she murmured, posing and preening in the mirror. She looked thoroughly slutty, and absolutely fuckable. She was sure that Mr. Royce would like how she filled out his costume.

With that thought she left the bedroom and descended the stairs, posing at the bottom as she saw Mr. Royce watching her, his eyes bright and feral. Brenda bit her lower lip and looked at him from under lowered lashes.

"You summoned me Master," she said in her best soft, shy voice. "How may I please you?"