" I'm Pauline and I'm a slut." She is still in training and needs plenty of discipline." I was mortified as he went on to describe the things he had d...ne to me.Gary then brought us to the other bedroom at the end of the corridor. I froze when I saw a woman standing by the window dressed exactly like me but in red. She was about 40, slim with black hair. I felt sick as it dawned on me what was going to happen. The thought of having sex with another woman had always repulsed me. But there was no. I turned toward him and said why not, knowing that my jacket was now open enough for him to clearly see my tits thru the sheer blouse and he nearly choked on his drink. At the end of the first period, Florida was winning by 11 points and I bought him a drink. As we toasted each other I turned toward him again and made sure that my skirt rode up a bit and my stocking tops and garter belt were showing and he definitely noticed and did not know whether to look at my legs or my tits thru the sheer. ”Theresa looks in the mirror. Holly is right, she looks sexy. The black contrasts with her pale skin. The tights cling to her legs making them look shapely. The cut of the tights makes her waist look almost waspishly thin. The simple black shirt seems to cling to her breasts, making them look huge and perky.“Off to get some liquid relaxation.”Holly laughs.“I’ll drive.” Her tone leaves no room for objection and Holly just nods in agreement.Theresa takes the wheel. Her eyes are have trouble. I would have made for a hilarious spectacle with my mass of tangled red hair sprayed in every direction, my face and chest bright red, my legs splayed up on the wall, plastic shower curtain stuck to one of them. And my toes - jeez, my toes! I really should repaint my nails.—————Later on that evening, I was sitting on the couch in the front room, my phone balanced precariously on one knee, while I brushed another coat of polish on my toes. The shower had helped soothe this sudden spike in my.