“Go ahead, tell her Jack!” Mistress Samantha commanded. “Tell her!”
I stuttered and stammered. Beads of sweat appeared on my forehead. The truth hurt. I could have crawled in a hole and died.
“The – a – the bras and – and panties and everything I’m going to buy, they’re for me. I – I’m going to wear them.”
The young clerk laughed at me and smiled, saying, “Okay, whatever. You know what they say, ‘the customer is always right.’ What size bra do you take?”
“Ah, I don’t know.”
Without warning, she put a vinyl tape measure around my chest. It took me by surprise. I stepped back in haste and looked around to see who was watching.
“Hold still a minute. Relax!” She insisted.
Oh s**t! Everyone can see what she’s doing. I hung my head in shame. Fear was devouring me. By this time, I was sur
