Why aren’t you letting the sale clerks doing one their fashion shows? You got five other women in here just milling around not buying anything. When... your clerks do a fashion show with the customers everyone buys the stuff they tried on.” “Well my niece complains that every time I let customers and staff do a fashion show we ended up loosing merchandise to shoplifters because everyone is being distracted,” complained Mr. Clark.“Have you seen any loss due to shoplifting when you were doing. A stream of piss began to fill my ass, as he groaned a "I've been holding it the whole damn ride for you." When he finished, he pulled out and have my ass a hard slap. More slaps fell on my ass from the other guys. Sir hooked a leash to the collar around my neck and led me to a nearby tree. I crawled after him. He tied my leash to the tree before taking the blindfold off. I looked around, seeing four other men, watching me. Sir had two of the men help him with the supplies he brought. They. She quit her beating and looked down at me like I was a specimen of an entomologist, a roach or some kind of insect, she sneered, “Better, much better, we know what you are don’t we, Terry, you’re nothing Terry, nothing at all unless I tell you what to be.” “Strip, everything off now, you pervert, you peeping Tom. Move for your Mistress,” she screeched at me. She hit me again with that riding crop, across my ass and yelled. “Move it.”I looked up at her, with her standing and me on the floor. I remember the forest next to CO-72. We'd come up from Boulder and scouted out a retreat.'Lauren yanked hard with her arms and legs, grunting with effort as her muscles cried in agony and sinews strained to the breaking point. Her struggles only managed to move the thin silk sheet that was covering her body down, exposing her chest.She heard a door swing open. Lifting her head, she saw a captivating dark-haired lady walk into the room. The woman shut the door behind herself and dropped her silk.