” he scoffed. “Are you kidding me, Karen?”“What?” I asked defensively. “What are you talking about?”“It’s the elephant in the room, ...az. Or the closet, I suppose.”“Are you saying...”“Yes, Karen,” he said, staring intensely into my eyes, a slightly unusual tone entering his voice. “I’m saying you’re a lesbian.”We sat there in silence for a few seconds, maintaining eye contact all the while as I finished my drink and tried to work out how to respond.“Why do you say that?” I eventually asked, and. Face it bitch, you belong to me now.He says in an evil tone. Meranda cries more as Paul starts torub her pussy from the outside of her panties. OOOhhhhh....is someone enjoying themselves hehe. Paul giggles as hefeels Merandas wetness. Merandas body starts betraying her, which just makes the situtaion suck that much more.Paul stands straight back up. STRIP BITCH! He says as he undoes his belt. Meranda turns around terrified and slides her unbuttoned work top off, then kicks her pants that are. That is teamwork!"I hadn't thought of it that way, and realized she might be right."That ain't gonna work like that between you and me, Chiquita. This is a whole new ballgame. We gotta listen to each other, communicate, sometimes even without words, cooperate, work together if we're gonna get along, get anything done. It'd be even better if I could cuff our ankles together, make it a three-legged race, but I can't, and I don't think I need to."In my job survival depends on my partner, and as of. It's important to try everything on and make sure it all fits. You'll be wearing these things every day from now on and I want you to feel as pretty as you look. Of course you can try things on sweetie! All my girlfriends go there. And besides, you'll be giving her your credit card before we even start so if anything gets accidentally damaged, or heaven forbid-STAINED-it won't be a problem. Are you worried about that honey? Do you think you'll be able to control yourself while you try on all.