This was the most naked, humiliating, and **** I ever felt and it wasn’t over. Not by a long shot. Liz reminded me that the night was still young and my boyfriend, John was definitely not going to provide any help for me. We had to adhere to the bet.
Once I tied the wraparound skirt, I managed to get the short-sleeved white t-shirt she threw at me. I looked like a damn fool. My large breasts had no support so they just sagged down to nearly my belly-button. “Hahaha you look like an idiot!” Liz said laughing. “Oh wait I have to record this. I’m mad I didn’t record the fight but I’m def capturing this.”
“Hey everyone! It’s Liz and this is the big tittied bitch who thought she could beat me but look at her now! And she’s gonna do whatever I say for the rest of the night. Isn’t that right, Miss Udders?!” I hung my head in shame and could manage to muster a soft “yes,”. “Now, let's get out of this drab hotel room and head out for a night on the town…”
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