Just then, the changing room door opens and Keela steps out. She notices the other salesgirl. “Is there a problem, Jill?” “No. I was passing by ...outside and heard someone moan. I thought someone was in distress and needed assistance.” Jill looks back at me and winks. “But I see everything is just fine.” Keela only now looks at me and sees me reaching into my shorts and pumping my boner. She smiles and says, “Yes, it looks like Roger has things well in hand. Thank you, Jill.” “Yes, thank you,. ?"Oh, I am an ass. You can't wash those cars in your nice clothes. You'll get them all wet and messed up for the party. Better strip down to your underpants."??? ? ? ? ? ? Paul blinked. ?"What? What did you say? You want me to wash the cars in my underwear?"??? ? ? ? ? ?"I don't want you to mess up your good clothes. You probably don't have all that many to begin with. I noticed at school, your wardrobe is rather limited. So shuck out of those duds and get to work, boy. There is lots to do. Mark seemed like Mr. Right and the answer to Helen's prayers and lusting needs. What she did not know about Mark, but Candy did, was that he was a misogynistic sociopath who saw nothing wrong with the Marquis de Sade and thought The Story of O fairly documented women's desire and need to be submissive, degraded and disciplined. Mark not only viewed BDSM porn on line, he eschewed Stripping and Humiliation sites as being too tame and vanilla for his tastes. Instead, he had set up a mini-video. My eyes fly to your eyes, trapped in your gaze my eyes widen as I move forwards to stand on the cross on the floor, one foot on either end of it, spread wide, my hands on the back of my neck under my hair. Having watched me into position in silence you bend once more to your work, I am left standing ignored, disregarded, I feel a small drop of moisture slowly creep along the lips of my pussy. “Tomorrow you will not lock the door. Hands on the desk” your voice harsh and low startles me and I.