you were in hell. this girl had stopped you from having your wedding day, Emma was probably either worried out of her mind or thought you got cold feet, you were jammed tightly in this evil girls butt crack, it was warm and cramped and stank of gas. every now and then you heard the crunch of the other doll imprisoned in her panties. every time the girl breathed in her sleep, you could feel the vibrations down in your prison. every shift in movement caused her cheeks to crush or grind against you and your beautiful white dress. you felt like crying, but that wouldnt help the situation, Jasmine just didnt care about your feelings. she was worse than Ashlie.
you slowly wriggled your pinned arms noticing a very slight movement in them from her efforts. very very slowly but surely, you began to wriggle your way out of her butt crack. the tiniest fraction of movement from each attempt, but you had to keep going. your efforts were hampered when she rolled over, crushing you flat in her crack and pinning you in place.
thankfully it wasnt long before she rolled back over. slowly but surely you reformed to shape and continued your long tiresome trek for freedom. you began to hear the faint noise of birds chirping and realised morning was soon aproaching. that was bad, you had to escape fully before she woke up or your nights activities would have been for nothing.
after what feels like an eternity finally your body is free of her crack. your last obsticle is her panties. grabbing the fabric in your hands you gently begin to climb slowly, not wanting the movement to wake her up. it was difficult to climb in your billowing bridal gown, but you had to do it. finally you had fresh air as you climbed out of her panties and leapt from her bed.
gathering your gowns many layers of skirts, you look up at the bed, Jasmine still thankfully asleep. you turn and head for the doorway. dodging piles of broken dolls and dirty clothes you make it into a very tidy hallway. you hear footsteps and freeze in fear. luckily it isnt Jasmine. its a woman with long black hair, dazzling blue eyes and soft looking gentle lips. you couldnt take your eyes off her. her body was curvy in all the right places and her legs seemed to go on forever. she wore a neat looking traditional french maid outfit, puffed up sholders on a short black dress, a frilly white apron with a ribbon tied neatly in a bow at the back. Jasmines mother must be quite well off. for a maid to be here this early she must live in the house. a live in maid isnt cheap.
your mind was suddenly diverted as you realised she was right infront of you still walking, she...
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