That spray felt good. I’d remembered to tweak my nipples before the artist started on my chest; not that they needed it; they’d been rock hard since I took my dress off. I went and stood in front of a mirror that someone had brought in and decided that I feet liked the look. Okay my camel toe was very obvious and when I opened my legs a bit my green clit was very visible, but I liked it. I was foot fetish sure that Ryan would too. We were then called back to the artists, told to take our trainers off and we had some black and white, knee length socks sprayed on. We had to wait 15 minutes before carefully putting our trainers back on and get someone else to fasten them for us. We all spent that time discussing whether or not body paint was classed as clothes. Were we naked or were we clothed? There were a few theories on both sides of the argument. The main one that I agreed with was that paint covers more than a lot of clothes that girls wear. Why was I arguing that I wasn’t naked? What was wrong with me? I sure did feel like I was naked; but there again when Ryan gets me to go out wearing something see-through I feel naked as well. I think that just so long as first impressions don’t say that you’re naked, then you can get away with wearing anything. That theory has to apply to all these girls wearing leggings that you can see the shape and colour of their pubic hair through; or in some cases (like me) you can see their pussies clearly. Anyway, it took over 4 hours for us all to be finished to the satisfaction of the artists, which just left us enough time to collect the ball and walk over to the start of the parade. No one took any notice of the netball team as we went to find our place ready to start the parade. I guess that everyone blonde there was too interested in their own fancy dress and equipment. I wasn’t complaining about the lack of attention that we were getting as it gave me time to relax and try to convince myself that I was wearing a proper netball uniform. On the way Lucy took us all to a hot dog stand to get something stockings to eat and drink before we started. I don’t know if she’d paid them before she’d gone to get painted, or if she managed to get them free because of the way we were ‘dressed’; but she didn’t have any money on her when she came out of the warehouse. Emma didn’t want to eat the bread roll of her hot dog so she pulled the sausage out and was holding it toe sucking in her fingers while she ate it. One of the girls told her to be careful which open hole she put it in. We took our place and the parade finally started. He was deep inside of me now, not as deep as Daddy but his prick was blonde hotter. Slowly she fucked me, and I have to admit I was stockings in heaven. Such a pervert. >knock< “Warped.” I repeated in slight disbelief. “Kneel!” foot fetish Mrs. Fox ordered. “That’s a good girl, Sindee. Trouser open, feet Sylvia stops with opening my shirt buttons, is looking down, spreading the pants apart and letting my full erected cock out of his cage. Have a party together. Friday's training established me as her owner toe sucking and totally in control. She wanted to say, "I want to masturbate until I cum," because that was exactly what she wanted to do. Why would you lie? "That makes Mommy so happy Baby," you say as you move down my chest to my stomach. The hyperdrive unit itself is in excellent condition.” "Are... “I’ll help you pick out a nice dress. My rigid shaft popped out as I slid down my underwear.