Chapter 9
by 
corran25
Which way works best?
There's no way...
You have a smirk on your face as you place your order with a "special" request. Waiting the requisite 72 hours is almost painful, but you finally hear a knock on the front door
Opening the door, you see that your request was followed perfectly with Jane wearing nothing more than a trench coat holding the leash of a thoroughly bound and VERY wet Judy.
Jane smirks. "Sluts for Sale, mother/daughter pair, at your service."
