I looked in the full length mirror. There stood a young girl in the classic Catholic school girl uniform. (Jenny had worn it last Halloween.) A white blouse, just shear enough to reveal the outline of the black padded bra beneath. A pleated plaid skirt, mid thigh, showing off my thin smooth legs. White ankle socks and the trade mark, white and black saddle shoes. My ruby red lips, highlighted by my powered face, black eye mascara and liner. My mom had applied it for me. Her skills in make up clearly far superior then mine. And of course the dash of Jenny's perfume applied to my neck and panties. Two thoughts flashed through my mind. First, GOD, I looked rather pretty! Second, Burnie will be pleased. I shivered at the second thought. THE THINGS BURNIE IS GOING TO DO TO ME LOOKING LIKE THIS!
He had laid out the uniform for me, but as I looked at my mom applying the finishing touches of her makeup, all she was wearing was a shear black robe the just covered her thighs, black thigh high stockings and 5 inch black heals. (Burnie told us later he had found them in the back of his moms closet and added "My mother must be a little more kinky then I thought.")
My mom had her legs crossed. She looked so beautiful. Her slightly sagging tits clearly visible through the robe. She mushed her lips together, to even out the lipstick. She sighed, "There, done." She reached for a separate bottle of perfume Burnie had left for her and sprayed a fine mist over herself. She turned looked at me as she stood. "Let's go. Don't want to keep the bastard waiting.". We both smiled and eyed each other up and down and then said at the same time; "Love you". We walked out of the bedroom, down the stairs to present ourselves to our "owner".
We walked holding hands, down the stairs into the rec room where Burnie was louging on the couch watching some game on TV. He was wearing only boxers, a gray t-shirt and calf length white socks. He looked over at us, turned off the TV and sat up. He smiled, his eyes darting back and forth between us. "Stand in front of me."
We obeyed, my mom still holding my hand tightening her grip.
His expression changed to a hard look. "Did you do as I instructed? Enemas? I want cleaned out bowels from now on when your with me. Nice, fresh asses."
We both nodded, "Yes".
"You both freshly shaved all over except for you Mrs. Blake, your trimmed around that fine pussy?"
Again we nodded.