She looked directly into Sarah’s eyes and massaged her large breasts. “Do you want to see them, my pet,” her mistress cooed. “Please, mistress... yes,” Sarah pleaded. Sarah’s mistress reached up and pulled Sarah’s hair away from the collar and was pleased with how well the collar fit Sarah. It looked almost decorative unless one looked a little closer and saw the big letters embossed on the sides. Her mistress’s hand then flickered down across Sarah’s breasts and Sarah moaned. “Sunday, my pet,. Right?" How did you guess?" Told you I was a pro. In clothing only; as a hooker, I am only an amateur."The mixing and matching of clothes and the fitting of Jen's experiments continued for over three hours. For the last hour, Paul was in the back shipping room getting acquainted with Jen's new dog ugly shipping girls. In reality, every employee of 'Jen's Shop' looked as if they were finalists in major beauty contests. Shops for the beautiful people only hired beautiful people.After a while,. I asked her what was wrong. She stood there for a second, wringing her hands, obviously debating what to say. Finally she burst out into tears and started babbling. I gathered from what I could pick out that she had been thrown out of her parents house this morning and didn't know what she was going to do.I calmed her down, had her sit in my office till she had composed herself again, and told her that if she hadn't worked it out by that afternoon she could come up to my office and I'd see what. I pulled her into the loo and into a stall. I apologize to any handicapped folks, but we took the one large stall, the others were barely big enough for one ten-year-old girl let alone two adult women. I sat her down.“There was nothing in your bet that said you had to have sex with a strange man, was there?”She looked thoughtful for a moment. “No! OMG, you saved me. Now I can go tell him I had sex.”I leaned into her and planted my lips on hers. “I can’t let you be a liar.”I took off my top. “I.