I giggled and told her, "When the alarm went off they both ran in here full speed. I think they blacked both eyes with their own boobs hitting them in the face..."
When I giggled the meter shot way back up towards the normal range.
"Now, that we are out of the danger zone, do you two want to tell me what you did wrong and how we will avoid this in the future?" demanded Theresa with her little fists on her prominent hips.
Bebe and Gay had guilt written all over their faces.
"I... We... they... ah..." Gay stammered incoherently looking everywhere for an escape.
Bebe came to her rescue, "We were watching what Vera's used stuff was being sold for on the Internet. We thought that she would be proud that her used stuff was getting such high prices. I barely heard her fret about not having any favorite clothes she could wear if we sold all of hers off."
Theresa looked at me with a silly grin on her face, "Vera, you can wear any outfit you like again and again. The silly thing is, it will always be brand new. We do not just make one outfit at a time for you. We make a dozen or better. If you tell us there is one you like then we will make sure there are even more on hand. You will never have to wear anything more than once dear girl."
"So what people are buying is just something that has been close to me? That is nuts. Just because you made me look like a big bust stripper, people want to buy my clothes? Next they will want to buy my pussy juice..." I shook my head in disbelief.
"Uh... one ounce is currently going for fifty bucks..." Gay sheepishly interjected.
I was getting bored with this. If they want my old clothes or bodily excretions I say let them have it, "I guess I understand. I remember wanting to buy a bra from a big bust model. I can't think of why I should not let horny guys cuddle with my bras."
"Oh no, you misunderstand Vera. We are selling your stuff on an all-lesbian site. Women want, your under things to cuddle with," Theresa accentuated that statement with a musical laugh.
