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“…-derstand, Tris? Do you understand?” Eric’s deep voice snapped Tris out of the stupor she was having. The twenty year old woman blinked thrice, her dark eyes sparking with fear and more prominently, arousal. “Huh? Wha’?” She stuttered out, a slight blush covering her cheeks and delicate nose. A swift slap to her ass caused the petite woman to squeak and jump slightly. “I said,” the brown haired man said, chuckling a little, “put on your school girl outfit and the underwear I laid out for you on the bed, then come out of the bedroom again after I call you, do you understand?” Tris nodded vigorously and dashed up the stairs to their bedroom, rubbing her right butt cheek and moaning istanbul travesti softly, feeling her nether regions begin to moisten. She found her school girl outfit already laid out: her pale blue comforter, as well as a thin, nearly transparent bra and a small, matching bikini-cut panties. She pulled on the small panties, easily slipping them up her legs, then thighs, but she had to struggle them up her ass, wriggling her hips and jumping to pull them across her ample butt cheeks. She hooked the bra on, the cups of it fitting her C-cup breasts perfectly and the black haired woman squirmed, enjoying the silky feeling that encased her breasts. Then she buttoned istanbul travestileri on the silky, white top. It was sheer and her nearly see through bra didn’t help. Her dark areolas and hard nipples were shown and Tris blushed after seeing her reflection at the wall mirror, which took up one wall in the large bedroom. She clipped on the short, plaid skirt, which barely covered her ass and pussy. She sat down on the bed, slipping on the white, ankle socks and pulling on 3 inch black heels, causing her five foot frame to enhance. She stood up and tried to balance, unsuccessfully, and tripped over, falling to her knees and mewling softly in pain. Tris heard her name travesti istanbul being called downstairs and stood up quickly. She wobbled unsteadily down the stairs and was extremely surprised by what she saw. There, her dominant boyfriend was sitting on the couch, with his three drinking buddies with him, having wide grins on their faces, and their eyes sparkling merrily and also lustfully. “Well, well, look what we have here, a naughty school girl,” one of Eric’s friends, Dave, said laughingly, his brown stubble moving up after each laugh that his large body let out. They all laughed, except Tris, who blushed and pouted slightly. Then another of Eric’s friends, Thomas, stood up and walked to Tris, his blue green eyes sparking with glee. He grabbed Tris’s ass and squeezed it gently, emitting a squeal from the small woman. Then he slapped it hard and rubbed it. Tris moaned and blushed, realising the lewd show she was giving to the four men.