The woman’s hair came down below her shoulders, billowing around her head in soft waves of fiery red. Her face was angular, striking. Her dark brown...eyes stared out at Lacie, her sharp chin and angled cheekbones making her look like a bird of prey. Her outfit was a simple black cocktail dress, but with red trim that matched her hair. It didn’t hug her form as well as Lacie’s dress, but it was still striking. The two women stared each other down, palpable tension in the air as they stepped. "I must confess, teasing him was fun. He wanted me. I knew he wanted me.And, I was making sure he knew that I knew he wanted me. Of course, Iloved getting fucked just as much as he liked fucking me. Yet, keepinghim unsure of that made him value me.Crap. Is it any wonder that relationships are fucked up?I had thought that Mike and I could get around a lot of the head gamesthat our friends seemed to get caught up in. Yet, I had been Tasha lessthan 24 hours and found that we couldn't avoid. "I agree about the pants. Too bad."She went back into the changing room. As she emerged holding the pants and top I relieved her of the top and she put back the slacks. I went over to the rack I had gotten the top from, then paused. I looked at the price and thought, 'What the heck.' I strolled up to the cashier as Larissa mined the racks for a deal. "Put this on my room, please." The cashier quickly rang it up and put the top in a bag.I strolled over to the door, caught Larissa's eye and. “Get on all fours love,” commanded Jayzel. Karen looked at Coud, wondering what to do. He motioned her to obey, and she knew that for now, she had a new master. She did as instructed. Jayzel then bent down and grasped Karen’s breast. Karen moaned, for Jayzel’s grasps were not gentle. She fondled them for a while, and then she stood up. “Stand up love,” commanded Jayzel again. Karen stood up, and allowed Jayzel to scan her as if a piece of meat. “You didn’t shave her?” Jayzel asked Coud.“I like.