She held the curtain partially closed because she only had her panties on socks on inside the changing booth."Sir, these panties have lace all over th...em and are not the official ones."The young man whose name tag said simply,"Mr. Kim", looked at Toshima and told her,"I will get the proper ones right away Miss."She waited inside the changing stall looking at her tiny boobs wearing only the lace decorated panties and the socks that came almost up to her knees. She sank down on her haunches. She thought she might burn under a gaze like that. Carl slipped off his coat and loosened his tie. Monica smiled demurely, left her earrings where they were, and walked into the bathroom.When she walked out, all she wore were her jewelry and a smile. “Is this what you had in mind, Mister Smith?”He smiled and shifted uncomfortably. Use of such a formal address was a trigger for Carl and she knew it. “Yes. Perfect.”“And now, what would you like, Mr. Smith?”“I would like for you to come here and. Please make it match the appearance of the first one in readiness for its clamping." My mistress says to her young friend.Pulling her hand from between her legs the girl snatches up the cane and takes to her task with pleasure. The wet patch on her panties is now mush bigger and her juices are running down the inside of her thighs and wetting the tops of her stockings.Soon Sue's other breast is as red as the first and the clamp and weight are applied. Sue is just hanging and quietly. Within minutes she heard the rumble of a big twin Harley Davidson in the driveway. The sound cutoff and a few minutes later came the solid thump of heavy boots up the walkway. Her pussy began to drip in excitement. When he walked in she could see Master was wearing his thigh high engineer boots. She loved how they showed off his muscular legs. He stopped at the door; arms locked behind her back, mouth wide open, waiting on her knees she looked up helpless into his eyes. Master did not say.