Shamira heard the challenge. If tonight wasn't going to be about submitting to this woman's will, then she would have to make some moves of her own. So she turned around and ripped the shirt in half. "Oops."

Clara grinned. "I've got more."

Shamira felt her hands running up Clara's sides, but her eyes never left those of her lover-to-be's. Then her hand found those soft, warm, wonderful breasts, and she squeezed them gently and rolled the nipples between her thumbs and fingers. Clara closed her eyes and moaned happily, and responded by cupping the massive globes attached to Shamira's chest, squeezing them like a child with Playdough.

"So do...