Jenny The Redheaded Lesbian

Jenny cast her emerald eyes to me one more time before asking "Really?"

I smiled at her.

She shook her head, the red hair sharing her disgruntlement. "You're really not going to tell me who you invited?"

'Nope" Said I. Then I smiled and looked at her once more. The well formed body, curvy with just enough to grip in all the right places was most certainly a temptation for any man - a shame that she was steadfastly against the idea of men. Until recently..

'We've been over this' I continued. 'You wanted me to set this up so you didn't know how many or what would be on the table so you wouldn't back out. This is Your fantasy after all..'

After a moment 'But if you'd rather we call the things off?" I let my voice trail off.

She narrowed her eyes and sighed.

"No, I don't want to do that. I didn't come all the way from Switzerland just to get cold feet.."

With that she started to peel off the layers, revealing the milk white skin underneath.. "So" She carried on as she let her top drop to the floor, followed soon by her bra. "How will they use me?"