Cindy is shocked.

Cindy stares down past her ripe bare breasts to her new hairless sex in shock. “Jennifer... what just happened?” She asked in a voice dripping sex. “Am I that slut on television?” She gasped.

You look from her glistening sex to her out thrust breasts. The sleeve pushes her newly narrowed shoulders back and leaves her ****. This is Michael. She isn’t much taller than you. Maybe five one. But where your proportions are girlish hers are mature.

“I don’t know. The same thing happened to me. We’re both ****’s now.” You say.

“Slaves?! No... I mean... what? How?” She asked agitatedly, her voice rising.

“Let me show you...” you suggest as you look down hungrily at her sex.

“Huh? Show me?” She struggles futilely in her sleeve as you lower your mouth to her nether lips and lick once.

Her response is instant. Her legs spread and she leans back with a sigh. “You’re Cindy. A **** like me.”

She nods vaguely as you tongue and suck her tiny protruding clit. She melts. Pussies taste different to cocks. You like it though. Maybe a 69... no. Cindy needs some reinforcement... in what seems like moments she is cumming, a small submissive sexpot in the throes of passion. The glazed look in her eyes is replaced with sensual lust. You smirk in satisfaction. Cindy is going to be a good **** you can tell.

Just then Jim and Todd enter and see you both. “Are you two girls having fun without permission?” Todd asks.

“Um... I’m sorry.” Cindy says.

“I was just helping Cindy get ... cumfortable...” you explain.

Jim produces a leash and attaches it to Cindy’s collar and tugs her to her feet. She stands self consciously, eyes wide at her jiggling breasts and widened stance with her full chid baring hips. He leads her away to his room. You watch in mild envy. Jim is going to screw her. Sure enough you hear her cries of passion shortly.

“So Jennifer. Cindy seems happy. And you had some fun...” Todd observes.