Reluctantly

Becca gulped but didn’t want to escalate things as she pulled her plaid shirt off along with her leather pants and boots.

She sighed as she was glad she had her false breasts on which looked very realistic under her black padded corset. Her black shorts hid her body well making sure all her secrets stayed a secret.

Tasha looked Becca up and down. “Well… you’re not done…”

Becca’s eyes widened as she realized what Tasha was saying. “Wait… no… not here. You can’t. Let’s go to the bathroom. Not… not here…”

Tasha smirked as she saw how scared Becca was. “What’s the matter? You’re the one who was just boasting how you’d make me run around naked. How I’d be your naked slave.”

“Please,” Becca said, trying not to look to panicked.