Then I held eye contact with her while I hooked my thumbs in the sides of my panties and pulled them slowly down, over my feet one at a time. I held t...hem in my hand for a moment, dangling against the side of my thigh while I let Megan stare avidly at my cleanly shaven pussy. Then I dropped the panties onto the floor at my feet.I picked up the new lacy panties and pulled them slowly on, taking care to turn and smooth them over my firm, round bum, the bottoms of my cheeks on full display. Next, I. She looked up at me, while keeping her shoulders lower than her ass.Her look was sultry, smoldering, and I could almost taste her desire to see that she pleased me, that she was having an effect. I schooled my face to impassiveness, and watched her show.She reached me and dropped her face to my shoes, carefully not touching them, but hovering above."Your slavegirl asks to kiss your feet, Master", she said in a breathy voice. "Please"I sighed, as if it was a huge imposition, and said "Very. “We’re not here to hurt you, Lilly. Everything we’ve done, being rough with you and keeping you tied up here, it’s only about the money. We just have to keep you under control in whatever way we can.” She didn’t seem to find comfort in his words and her she let out a choked sob. “Your parents love you very much - you should see how much your face is on the news! We’re going to get in contact with them, and they’ll give us what they want, and then they’ll get you back. I know you might not. It is obvious he doesn’t believe you, but nothing more is said. You follow me the next time I go to the bathroom. Not knowing you are behind me, I go to the public restroom instead of the handicapped. You grab my arm from behind and pull me into the handicapped stall. Before I can realize what is happening, you have me on top of the changing table in the stall and my skirts pulled up to expose my bare mound. My juices were still glistening on my bare lips, and you wasted no time before gently.