Sam's eyes instantly widen and as his mouth begins forming a refusal, Sara puts her finger on your lips "Come on Lydia." It was a blue leotard which hugged your curves with the crease going right up your crack, the straps resting upon your shoulders. http://lh6.ggpht.com/-FMOKuvD2AOc/UBob6c...
"Sara, I didn't agree-"
"Yes, you did Lydia, now put it on," every time she refers to you as Lydia it unsettles you a bit.
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