My imagination immediately takes me places with this one! In my mind’s eye, the girl in the photo is a real queen bitch. I have a total girl crush on her and she knows it, too. Although she considers me beneath her, she sneers at me and says one word:
I do. I’m trembling as I comply, although she makes a point of looking bored. She’ll never reciprocate, but if I show enthusiasm maybe I’ll be told to do more. Those panties slipping off… yeah, maybe in my wildest dreams. But maybe… just maybe… I might pique her interest enough for that shirt to come off. And a fresh round of honey to be drizzled…
I’m in charge now.
My boyfriend! My BFF!
I’m going to storm in there. Give them both a piece of my mind! Scream at the top of my lungs, how much they deserve each other, how done I am with both of them. The bitch! The bastard! I’m going to let them have it.
But it won’t do any harm to watch for a few minutes more, will it?