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"I know! Let's go shopping for more things for the two of you . . . toys, clothes . . . maybe some furniture for the doll house you'll be living in!" Christina spurts out gleefully. She bolts out the door, her petticoats bouncing wildly. "Come on, you two!"
At her command, you and Britney run after her. Minutes later, you find yourselves outside and walking toward a white limousine. The driver of the limousine, a tall man whose face reminds you of some tough-looking professional football players you have seen, is holding the door for both of you. "Welcome, ladies," he says with a deep voice and a grin.
Britney climbs into the limousine ahead of you and settles into the soft velvety white seats. As you bend over to enter the limousine, you feel a hand press against your partially-exposed frilly butt and shove you into the seat. You land with your face in Britney's lap and your body sprawled over the seat.
"Sorry, ladies," the driver apologizes in what strikes you as an insincere tone of voice. "Mistress Christina made me do that." He grins and makes sure your maryjane-covered feet are all the way inside before shutting the door. You push yourself up from Britney's lap, straighten your tussled petticoats, and settle into your seat.
Seconds later, the door on the opposite side of the limousine opens, and Christina climbs in with the two of you. "We're on our way!" she says in her annoyingly delightful manner.
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