After my humiliating experience in the bathroom I couldn't imagine how my situation could get any worse but worse it did when I found out what happened to my clothes, they were gone.
""Where are my clothes?"
Joyce responded
"I had Yolanda dispose of them, Susan as my dearest friend and employee I bought you this to wear during the day."
It was a beige one piece body suit.
"But where's the underware, I can't walk around like this, Yolanda will see every curve and crack in my body., I won't wear it Joyce I mean it."
"Your going to wear it so put it on or I'll have Yolanda spank you again, no buts."
"NO"
The next thing I knew was Joyce ripping off my towel leaving me completely naked. Reluctantly I got dressed but when I saw myself on the mirror I was to embarrassed. to leave my room. Thinking back to my first day at Winston It was one thing to flirt with those rich ass holes but to prance around the house in front of those two bitchs it would be more like me acting as a cunt teasing slut not the cock teasing bitch that the guys dream't about at night.
Yolanda couldn't keep her eyes off of me as Joyce was constantly asking me to bend over to pick things off the floor. The worse was when she asked me to get something off of a top shelf and when she asked Yolanda to help me get onto the step ladder that lesbo creep put her meaty hand between my legs and started to feel me up. When I got back down I smacked that short black woman hard across her face and before you knew it the two of us were a tangled mass of arms and legs as we were rolling around the kitchen floor.