Climbing out of the shower I looked at myself in the big mirror after I pulled on my panties and bra. I knew my boobs were big, I couldn't help that and I also knew that my ass was as toned as it was ever going to be. I thought it wasn't that big but I did spin in front of the mirror a few times. I even went as far as to bend forward at the waist and see what my reflection looked like. I could see my ass kind of spread a little but I was pretty certain that it was just about the same sort of proportion as Rose's was.

Standing up straight I spread my legs and tensed my thighs. They didn't look too chubby or fat. Not overly hard but not soft either. I know I shouldn't have done it but I leaned and pressed my hands right against the wall and bent forward leaving one leg out in the air behind me. I thought I looked okay in the mirror when I looked in it but I had to conceed my boobs did swing quite a bit when I moved. I thought my hair could do with a tidy up too.

Finally, with a deep breath I padded back into the bath room and stood on the scales. I was a little concerned. My weight seemed to have gone up a little. Not much but a bit. I put that down to eating too many snacks and mentally noted the need to eat more fruit. As I painted my nails, sat in front of my dressing table mirror, I thought about my lips. I thought that they were okay as well but made a note in my brain to maybe ask Ms. Janice if I could have them plumped up just a tiny amount.

Without thinking I pulled on a thin purple sleeveless polo shirt and then a soft blue hooded top. It was very long so I matched it with a pair of short socks of the same colour and then a plain dark blue denim mini skirt. Nothing to exciting or outlandish. I didn't even bother with proper shoes, just a pair of soft deck boots. Once dressed I felt far more relaxed and confident. As I walked down the hallway, I felt that even my thin silver chain and earrings seemed to sparkle much more cheerily. Heading for the kitchen I resolved to ask Cook about getting more fruit stuff like that.

As always I kept to my usual track and didn't dare go near any of the doors with the lines on the floor in front of them.

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In the darkend room at the rear of the mansion the male guest of the Masters groaned in pleasure as the high tech 'milking machine' emptied him with care and precision. He had just watched the smaller of the two sisters have her shower and stretch and preen in front of the mirror. The shear violation of her privacy excited him immensely as he used the controls to replay image after image of her getting ready. As he watched, his cock twitched again as he replayed the image of the college girl sister stretching her spread legs and raising her ass.

Even watching her dress made him pant. The machine around his cock and balls worked its magic without tiring. The mans hands wandered to the remote again and this time selected the cameras in the older sisters room. This turned the male guest on even more. He loved the fact that Rose was by far the more wanton one and far more skilled at pleasuring a man as she had the curves and the intelligence to keep a man captivated. Watching each of them was a special treat for him.