10-10-2008, 12:00 PM
Amy said nothing at first and said "I dont...I dont like clothes." The clothers she remembered where those made of straps that constricted her and sank into her pussy as well as squazed her breasts and ass. No...she did not like clothes. "Can I just have some sheets?" She asked. During winter her master would giver her one or two because he did not want her to die or get sick and she graciously took them. Also, sheets where the most fun she had as a slave. She would often play underneath them, liking how the softly carrased her body and when she got tired of that she would just lay on her back and look up into them, pretending she was looking at a big white sky. She liked sheets.
