After that I just started taking the dress off there was nothing else for it, the through of being made to strip for this large, imposing man was scary and humiliating in ways I had never imagined, I couldn’t help but feel turned on, a light tingle running through my body and heating my crotch as I removed my clothes in front of him and the girl still in the door. As I looked in the mirror I appreciated my figure, my long legs, a somewhat shapely but not fat ass, a rather thin waistline and my perky C cup breasts, with a head of long blond hair to top it off. Milf sex I quickly, swapped the tag from the new stolen dress to the one I had worn in. Wearing the dress was disgusting beyond belief, but it was better than awaiting the police stark naked.
