Chapter 1953 From Modelling To Cocking Her:>Ep8

• "God damn this, I have worn slutty Halloween costumes more modest than this" Julia said out loud as I finished dressing in what little I was given, though her voice was still not so loud that Lynn might hear it clearly, as if she did not wish to argue further quite yet with the professor. Still, her protestations about her clothing let me know she had found little more satisfaction in it than I had.
• "Please do not take too much longer, if you need any adjustments I will help with them. We are running on a tight schedule today sadly," Lynn announced to us. Luckily my erection had died down some, enough that with a little careful maneuvering and watching how I walked I would not be exposing anything. Gulping down the little bit of pride and dignity I had left I made for the door, desperately wishing that this outfit had included something to hide the shame that would certainly show soon on my face.
• The shame though did not soon arise, as a few things happened that took all the focus of my body and mind. First was Julia stepping out just as I had, having chosen the same moment to make her appearance after the prodding of Lynn to hurry up. "Is this what you were wanting from me, to be some half naked Arabian bimbo?" Julia asked, her hands on her hips as she stared down Lynn. She was wearing an outfit surprisingly similar to my own, with a few distinct differences. She had a similar belt around her waist with cloth hanging down over her front and back, and while it was decently longer than mine, nearly down to her knees, it was noticeably thinner. More importantly to her obvious displeasure in her given outfit was the top, something close to a bra that covered her breasts from the front and came together at one of her shoulders and carried on down her back as a small strap, but the sides of her breasts were bare and the whole thing clearly gave no support to her breasts, letting them giggle and shift as she stamped forward to Lynn. Most striking of all was the material. Where mine was all bright blue and gold, bold solid colors, every inch of what covering the clothes she had was in thin white cotton, and with the right angle of lighting became dangerously close to being sheer.