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Chapter 8
by mistressrachel
Seriously? A burqa?
Say, "Or how about you just try putting some pants on? You know? Pants? Remember those?"
You say irately, "Just put some pants on, Rachel."
I'm obviously upset, but don't make too much of a fuss. I simply sigh audibly to express my frustration and say, "Okay, fine." As I pout back to my room, I add, "I guess I can still wear this as a tunic top..."
In a couple of minutes, I come back wearing a tight pair of blue jeans with my same charcoal jersey worn over the jeans as a top. I flop my hands out to my sides, displaying that I did what you told me to, and I say, "Happy now?" Not waiting for a response, I go for my purse.
I'm glad that conversation is over!
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What Do You Want To Do With Me?
I made myself the sexual object in this story. So you get to decide every little thing you do to me.
Created on Sep 10, 2008 by mistressrachel
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