” Another giggle burst through her lips, making those gorgeous tits jiggle.“You know what a sex slave is, Ms. Beigh?” asked Frank.“It's a pers...n that does every thing their Master orders,” she responded. “I used to pay this man to be my sex slave. I would spank his bottom as he ate my pussy and then fuck him with a strap-on.” Her eyes widened. “Are you going to fuck me with a strap-on, Mr. see-ee-oh Frank?”“Master,” he answered. “And I have a big, thick cock to fuck you with.”“I'll be wearing. Toni was wandering about the store, looking at the displays of lingerie, lifting the fabrics, looking at the construction of the garments.Melanie called, "Come and get it!" and Toni walked to the back of the store, entering the little office. She went to sit on the wide leather sofa."Can you hear if someone comes in?" Oh, sure," Melanie answered. "There's a bell back here. I can even watch for shoplifters." She waved at a small TV screen that showed the inside of the store. As Toni looked, the. More buttons and then there was the waistband of matching pink knickers, lower than I thought, so they were quite brief. Another button and I saw the full shape of her crotch with the brief knickers fitting so tightly to her body that the shape left little to the imagination, or rather it invited more investigation of the contents! The last few buttons and the dress fell open and she shrugged it off her shoulders so it fell away leaving her standing in front of me in her underwear. I looked at. Leaning over to the next seat she places her hand on it and taps it lightly. “Come on. Sit down will ya? She kept our drinks safe.” Flashing a smile while she says this. Feeling quite odd now. I haven’t danced in a long time and feeling her up against me felt right somehow. I can’t really explain it but it was comforting to hold her in my arms while we danced. Looking over the woman I was dancing with I get a good look at her tender thighs in her tight blue jeans. She was wearing a.