The bell above the door jingled as a mother and her toddler daughter walked into the bustling swimwear store. The fitter, an experienced woman with a keen eye for detail, greeted them warmly.
"Hello there! How can I help you today?" she asked, her eyes immediately zeroing in on the toddler's loose-fitting swimsuit.
The mother noticed the fitter's gaze and rolled her eyes playfully. "I see you've already spotted the problem. This little one's swimsuit is too loose in the gusset. She's been having accidents in the pool, and I'm sick of it."
The fitter nodded sympathetically. "I completely understand. Let me see if I can find something a bit tighter for her. I have just the thing."
She rummaged through the racks of swimsuits, pulling out a few options that she thought would fit the toddler perfectly. As she helped the toddler try on each one, she discreetly rubbed her finger up and down the gusset, stimulating the toddler and making her giggle.
The mother raised an eyebrow at the fitter's clever technique. "You're a sly one, aren't you?" she said with a smirk.
The fitter winked at the mother. "And you're a clever mom for noticing. It's all part of the art of fitting."
They finally found a swimsuit that fit the toddler perfectly, accentuating her innocence and youth. The fitter suggested spreading the toddler's labia wider to ensure the swimsuit fit snugly.
The mother looked at the fitter with a raised eyebrow. "Are you going too far?" she asked, trying to hide the excitement in her voice.
The fitter smiled confidently. "Not at all. It's all part of the process. Trust me, you'll love the result."
The fitter inserted a finger into the toddler's vagina, demonstrating the fit of the swimsuit. The mother watched with a mix of shock and excitement as the fitter finger fucked the toddler.
The fitter sensed the mother's arousal and asked, "Do you approve of the fit?"
The mother blushed and nodded her head in approval.
The fitter continued to assist the mother and toddler in finding the perfect swimsuit, suggesting even tighter options that promised a "truly erotic fit." The mother couldn't help but agree, her mind racing with the possibilities.
As they left the store, the mother couldn't help but thank the fitter for her expertise. "You truly are an artist," she said, her eyes sparkling with appreciation.
The fitter smiled, knowing she had done her job well. "It's all in the technique," she said with a wink.
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