The Two Dolls: Part 3 “Let’s make some adjustments here,” my Owner said thoughtfully, looking between Slave S and I. I was commanded to take off my shirt and skirt, leaving us looking completely identical. There had been many times that my own Sir had confused me with Slave S, and it apparently was something he liked. We looked at each other devilishly and smiled. Slave S took my hand and guided me away from our two Owners while they were chatting. We took this time to bond lovingly, however, this was shortly interrupted by her Owner looking very irritated while on the phone. “What’s going on?” I whispered to her. Slave S shrugged but looked at me in curiosity. My Owner caught us staring with wide eyes. He stood, stunned, as his friend picked up another phone call and briskly walked out of the room. After another minute or two of us waiting, he returned to tell my Owner that he would need to make more calls for the “presentation” that was to start in 15 minutes. By now I had guessed that there was a performance of some sort that we would have to do for the party. I stood in a daze, trying to think of all the things we could be made to perform so that we could entertain our guests. My Owner considered this was the perfect opportunity to take quick photos of Slave S and I before preparing us dolls in the entrance area for inspection upon arrival. We posed for a bit before my Master instructed us to put on our masks and get into position. My body stiffened in anticipation. I was very horny, missing the feeling of being filled. Before entering the building, my Owner pulled out my last plug. He did it so slowly, I almost came from the tantalizing sensation, but he warned me that me cumming would come with a punishment, so I held it as best as a good slut can.