Washed by Sally

Claire sat in the tub embarrassed and ashamed. She couldn’t believe she had done something so juvenile. She didn’t understand what was happening. Sally didn’t take the loofa and instead squirted liquid soap into her hand and lathered it.

Claire gasped as Sally used her bare hands to scrub Claire all over, caressing her little nipples as she did. Claire felt Sally’s fingers insert into her vagina and gasped as she felt them dance around her clit.

The fingers later inserted inside her butt hole. Every part of Claire was touched by Sally’s soapy fingers. Claire blushed, her face burning as Sally **** her arms up.

Finally Claire was let out of the tub after Sally gave her a thorough rinsing and dried her off. Sally reached for the clothes she had picked out.

Claire gasped as she saw Sally pull out a pair of training pants. She hadn’t worn those at all in a while. Sally slipped them on and they fit very snuggly. “We’ll get some real protection later. These are just temporary,” Sally explained.

Claire wasn’t satisfied with that answer afraid of what Sally was referring to.

Sally put a small pink skirt on Claire and a tight tank top that flattened her chest as much as possible.

She then led Claire down the stairs and into her car. Claire was seated behind the passenger seat as Kayla climbed into the front passenger seat while Sally entered the driver’s seat. “Alright. Time to get the baby some supplies. Claire, try not to wet yourself.”

Kayla snickered as Sally drove off.