Novel & Cerita Banana Pants

I checked them, and they were my clothes with my underwear. “Did he pick up my clothes for me?” I asked, looking at the underwear. “Yes, I did. Cute pants,” he said, and I jumped in shock, not expecting it. But my face heats up, looking at the pants. I have other pants, and he chose this one? It’s a bunny type of pant, very childish. Why did I even buy it? Oh, I remember, I used to have a bunny pet who died, and when I went to get these pants, I couldn’t help but admire them. Damn him, I thought removing my clothes.

Phoebe said smiling. "It's a Fancysteel sissy," it'll give you a more feminine look. "But I..." Ben began. "At least try it. You know as a slave, you have to forget what you want," Phoebe said simply. The belt was attached. Then Phoebe pulled out of the panties. Ben picked an orange pair and put them on. He looked at himself in the mirror and was surprised by the camel toe look of the belt. Then there was the bra, a skirt, a t-shirt and heel shoes. Ben thought he'd take them out once he got in the cell.

I yanked her wrists above her head, holding them with one hand and then answered her with one word. “Yes.” I released her hands for just a moment while I divested her of her shirt and bra. I was just as quick with her jeans, loving that these pregnancy pants slid on and off with ease. She called them ‘mom jeans’ or something and complained about how unsexy they were. “I think I am in love with your prego-pants,” I murmured. Sutton barked out a laugh. “You might be the only person in existence that likes them.” “Loves them,” I corrected. “How could I not love pants that come off in seconds? And if you are wearing them, they are sexy as fuck.”