I again repeated, "I am not a slut."

"Sorry," she laughed, "Lesbian pets like you should dress like sluts underneath their business attire."

"Please stop," I weakly protested, even as my pussy betrayed me my leaking into my panties and my head flashed to her shaved pussy I had got a brief glimpse of earlier.

"Begging, I like that," Amber smirked, before ordering her tone again implying this was not a negotiation, "Take off your blouse."

My hands trembled as I began to unbutton my blouse. Once unbuttoned, I paused, uncomfortable with taking it off, which was absurd since I was already just in my pantyhose and panties.

"You really...