"Whatever is the problem, Man the Kale?"
"Look behind you, you will see a dress, put that on." He commanded. I looked at myself in confusion.
"Why should I wear a dress? I look just fine, or don't I?"
"Goddammit, Suzanne!"
"Florry," I corrected with a scowl.
"You are not in water and you certainly don't have a tail, so put the goddamn cloth on before you get yourself raped..."
"Are you going to r**e me?" My eyes perked with curiosity, "will it hurt? Will I enjoy it?"
"Dear god," he muttered and was beside me in an instant. I watched as he hurriedly forced the dress on me, swept my hair out of my breasts so he could wear it properly. The poor man struggled with my hair to put it up, I had to help him to end his misery.
Panting, he was panting in exhaustion. "How do women do that eas
