What a fucking pig. It's men like these that make me proud to be a lesbian.Of course, I don't exactly need the jewelry that catches my eye. But then a...ain, I don't need any of the contents that weigh down my heavy black bag right now either. I never really did. I have money, connections, a high-paying job. But that's not what does it for me. I like to shoplift. The bitches and bastards that own these joints don't deserve to be rich. I know my little game doesn't affect the workers' salaries. ?Nowdo the other one!? She snickered at the sight of the big bad dominant man grovelingat her feet. ?That's it slaveboy!? When he had accomplished the deed, she ordered him to crawl toward the centerof the room and turn over on his back. Fearing more whipping, the tall manobeyed laying on his still bound hands. She rose from her seat and stood overhim. ?Spread those legs slaveboy,? she sneered. She then got a spreaderbarand attached it between his ankles forcing his legs wide. She looked down. I circled Ariel’s nipples with half notes and a triplet running between her breasts. I painted her navel as a whole note with a fermata. I turned a staff of music into a suspension bridge as I stretched it from hip to hip, resting on her bush. I drew girders and piers down her thighs. She spread her legs a little and I couldn’t help dragging a finger up between her lush pussy lips. She moaned and pushed toward me.Instead, I had her turn and started painting on her butt and then the small of her. ’ She grinned. That was a downright lie, Brian would sooner have slept in the garden shed than move from ‘his’ estate. ‘Really?’ she said, ‘Aww, well stranger t’ings have happened I’m sure. He loved that town.’ Chris decided he should chip in, ‘It’s not everyone’s cup of tea though is it.’ He said, ‘My car was damaged twice parking near their place.’ ‘I never had a problem,’ she said, not pointing out that her car was older even than Brian’s. ‘Must have been the age of the car,’ said Chris. .