”She turns and lifts the dress.“More!” he raises his voice.Again, she pulls it further up until she can feel it just barely covering her pussy.�...�That’s better,” he says, nearly drooling. “That is your new dress code for work. I do not want to see you in anything less revealing than that.”Rebecca nods, giving a hint of a smile too. She doesn’t know why she even went to work in a dress or why his judgment matters, but she likes it.“Now, turn around,” he commands.Rebecca turns around and faces the. In time i heard footsteps as the guy next to me was led away and out. it was my turn soon.My legs were unbuckled and the clips on my cuffs released. however there was only temporary relief as through gloved hands of the women worked quickly to connect my hands by my arse with a small but strong chain running through the thong back of my pouch. i was led to the entrance of the van before being lifted by the amazons to the floor. i felt something being attached to the collar before i was led away. People never really knew her. All the things she did. Sometimes her entire existence felt like a secret, too huge to ever trust anyone else with. People knew parts of course. As much as she couldn’t avoid. As much as they found out. Alice probably knew more than she liked. Alyssa figured she should probably hate her but who hates their own mother?She leaned against the doorframe. Her t-shirt was damp with sweat, thin cotton clinging to her breasts. She looked down at the dents of her nipples.. He says my tan lines stand out and highlight my dark landing strip which looks good in the glow of the red lighting - tan lines being something you rarely see on the picture window girls.He also says visiting men are disappointed when he tells them I only work the window - meaning I’m not actually a working girl although, I have to say, he has tried hard to convince me. "You're already here on a layover and I'm offering you a great way to spend it." " Men would pay a lot to be with you."Then he.