A female customer approaching a busty clerk who works at a store. If I wasn't careful if I was the same woman, the customer was a lesbian. Even though I was at work, I was surprised to reach out to my chest and silently resisted so as not to bother others, but eventually I felt it and could not refuse. Please take a closer look at the blame peculiar to women, and take a closer look at how the feelings of "I want to live" become aside and become compliant with lesbian women.
