What's my bra size?" Alex said, showing her generous cleavage."C-Cup. Next." Damn, you're good." Why, thank you," Tommy said."What would you recommend... Panties wise?" Now, for you... lace. Lace is sexy yet regal. Go for it. C-cups are over there," Tommy said, pointing."You're a sweetheart," Alex said, touching his cheek, then walking away. Tommy sighed deeply. He walked past the dressing rooms, where he heard faintly: "You like what you see? Hmm?"Then a butt slap. He knew an ass slap when he. He'd been hoping to draw her out somehow, to get her angry or even make her admit she really didn't like BDSM. But that, he realized, wasn't going to happen. She was too good at the game. So he decided on a different tack."Look Andrea," he sighed, "the reason that I wanted to meet here was because I have something to tell you." She looked at him, uncertain. This was not in her script for the night. "I've started seeing someone else. I'm sorry."The flair of anger coming from her was almost. I reached to touch you, but you stepped back, and with all the sultriness, you could muster,“Not yet,” you hoarsely whispered.Moving the chair out of the way, for now, you turned yourself to face me and began to unbutton the rest of your shirt. Slowly, ever so slowly, you finished and then turned around. In true striptease fashion, you opened your shirt while your back was towards me and then, shrugging your shoulders, let it slip off. Holding it in front of you, you turned around to face me. Everybody is going out tonight – no excuses. It’s not hard to improvise a costume. It’s no something that will stand out next to elaborate zombie brides and slutty video game characters but sometimes you have to work with what you have. An old shirt that’s just a little too big, a jacket worn through at the elbows paired with a loose knee length skirt, leggings and high-tops. It looks like she could be dressing for any ordinary day. Then the scissors come out. It’s easy to tear through the.