“Nonsense! Crunched up all small, while he’s trying to puff and swell? That must hurt like hell. I don’t even have one – at least not real one – and I know that! Now shut up, Slut-boy! There’s nothing in here I haven’t already seen before.”
“I know that. But I don’t want to wear lingerie…”
Todd stopped at the sound of whining in his voice, even before Alyssa propped her hands on her hips and confronted him.
“Do you want to be gagged, Slut-boy? It’ll ruin your pretty make-up job, but we’ll do it if we have to. Either way, we’re going to dress you up like the sexiest little slut-tramp-w***e in the neighborhood…so you just lie there and be quiet! We both know full well that you’re loving every second of this.”
To that he had no answer. It was unsettling, how much she seemed to know of him
