The last time someone had done that I had to stand with my hands stretched out for 10 minutes!I said, “Ok, ok, I will do it. Please sit down.” Sat...sfied, he sat down. I cursed my luck and started going to the bathroom to take off my bra. I should’ve known. “Stay here and do it,” one of them ordered. What? I can’t undress in front of these guys. Exposing a bit of skin was one thing. But getting topless!It was too much! I begged them to let me go to the washroom since I was already obeying their. When her bath was run, she stripped out of her purple suit, removed her jacket, blouse and stepped out of her skirt. She stared into the full length mirror, and the image of a five foot 21 year old business woman in her underwear stared back. Matching purple panties and bra, with suspenders and purple seamed stockings. She wore to work what was expected of a powerful business woman.Her nappy was a new experimental extra thin one that she was testing long term for the company, after all, she. “First, I’m kicked out of the university, and now I’m out of a job, and all I have is the hand of this immature, impetuous fool. What more do you want from me? Haven’t you interfered enough? This is my life your toying with. Yes, my life.”“What about yesterday?”“What about it? We kissed, and then I hit you. So what? We move on. It was nothing.”“It was something to me.”“Okay, maybe it wasn’t ‘nothing,’ but it wasn’t that important either. We move on.”“I can’t move on. I went back to the campus. He was furious and I thought we were headed for divorce right then. We have been talking it out and I have been trying to work things out between us. But you see, Mr. Fears, he hasn't paid me any attention for about three years now. I mean nothing, we haven't even so much as kissed in at least two years. We just pass each other in the hallway on our way to do our own things and rarely even speak except to yell at one another - him usually doing the yelling unless I am defending myself. He's.