French maid

Shepard disappeared for a moment and then came back holding a french maid outfit and handed it to Ashley. “Put this on.”

Ashley obeyed. Shepard tugged on the skirt and top and then let go. Ashley gasped as most of her ass and crotch were hanging out and her nipples were inches away from freedom.

“Now you must act your role no matter what. Don’t break character,” Shepard said.

Ashley gulped as the doorbell rang. She reluctantly moved to answer the door.