“Yes, I’m sure it is humiliating to be seen for the sissy weakling you are, Jaime,” I said harshly. “Sadly, for you Jaime, humiliation and em...sculation will be major themes in your new, sissy maid lifestyle.”He began to tear-up and cry softly. “Um, m-m-may I ask you something please? Please?”I enjoyed his tears and nodded he was granted permission to ask his question.“Can you tell me why you are doing this to me? I don’t understand why this is happening to me,” he sobbed.I felt sorry for. It reminded him of a line he heard once about not fighting with bouncers at a bar. He didn’t know how many it would take to kick his ass but he knew how many they would use. He sighed in annoyance, tilted his head to look past the bouncer at Melissa and let out a whistle sharp enough to make the man in front of him flinch. The Queen and her court stopped talking immediately and looked in his direction. Michael held out his hands in a ‘What gives?’ kind of motion. Melissa said something to the. ‘Hold this for me.’ Camille felt the cool bottle, as it slid over her shoulder to rest just above her breast, felt the heat of the flesh that held it to her. She reached up, shaking, to take it from him, letting her arm drop back into the water once she had it. His lips nuzzled her ear, tasting the water on her skin, sending another quiver dancing through her. His hands cupped the top of her head, his fingers diving into the thick, wet tresses, massaging her scalp. He stopped only long enough. Standing in front of the cashier, holding my breath as I await credit card acceptance, the clerk handed us the bag and gave me a validating thumb's up sign while smirking at Winter's eye-catching rump. The ogling clerk said "she should be wearing those out" to which I replied "I'm the one who plans to wear it out " before catching her meaning. So I asked and begged her to wear her new jeans as we continued our "date". Outside, 3 construction workers and two nuns looked in her direction with.