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Chapter 101 by splotch splotch

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not the underwear she expected

Lauren ran over to her bed. There she picked up the underwear Megan had left for her. Instantly her excitement faded. Was this... leather? It was! A leather thong! Lauren had never worn leather underwear of any sort over her soft, sensitive bits! And thongs! She hated thongs! She did her best to hide her butt, not show it off! Plus the way they invaded her... cracks... was so prying!

She had **** though. It was that, or go naked under her short maid's dress. Sighing, she pulled the thong over her dainty feet. She rolled it up her calves, then **** it over her rounded thighs. Then, she pulled it over her butt. Or, she attempted to. She found it stuck under her swollen cheeks. Grimacing, she pulled again. She caught a glimpse in the mirror. Her, Lauren, former debutante, butt naked, struggling to yank on a leather thong! In the mirror her mocking reflection jiggling wildly, trying to **** her pushed out butt into the thong. Blushing all the more she jumped, trying to yank it up. All in one sudden motion the thong slipped up, wedging deep between her cheeks and tightly encompassing her crotch. Lauren yipped unintentionally, shocked as the cold leather invaded her most private regions. She looked down. The tight thong bit into her hips, and was extremely wedged over her crotch. She looked over her shoulder in the mirror. She grimaced. The thong was buried deep between her cheeks, barely peaking over them. It looked like her butt was consuming the thong, and none of the mass of her quiver backside was hidden. Still, it was better then nothing... wasn't it?

Not wanting to look anymore, she hurriedly slipped on her maid's uniform. True to her word, Megan had repaired it. Unfortunately, it felt even tighter then before. That sort of made sense. It had been nearly ripped in half then sewn back together. Still, it was so tightly pressed, flattening her chest, the skirt barely covering an inch of two of thigh before stopping. Grimacing, feeling the invasive grip of her thong, she slipped on her maid bonnet and headed out the door to work...

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