The ladies had obviously been shopping. They wore matching outfits that began with shiny black thigh-high spike-heeled boots and ended with spiked leather collars about the neck. Between these they sported brand-new editions of Trudi’s favorite: silver-studded cup-less tit-harnesses formed of minimalist black leather strips, and skimpy skin-tight black latex hot pants. Each pair of these painted-on short-shorts sported built-in dildoes though – oh, excuse me, Mistress – they boasted c***s, big, long, upcurved, beautifully realistic looking ones complete with vein-ridged shafts, bulbous heads and simulated balls dangling below. The only variations in their otherwise identical get-up both belonged to Anna. In proportion with her monstrous physique, her c**k was much larger, nearly a foot lon
