Stand there and don't goanywhere," Rory exclaimed.Taking small steps, Linna could slowly and carefully turn on the slipperyshoes. She felt the weight...of her headgear with every movement of herhead. Every movement of legs caused her large plug to pull at her ass.She had been right, the hard soles of the shoes made loud clicks everytime she put her foot down and didn't provide much traction on the woodenfloor. Even living in ballet heels for months, she was feeling thestrain on her feet due to. Beth looked at me with fear. "I don't know honey, but I'm scared." I went toward the door to peek out its window but as I reached it, it burst in and slamming me too the ground. Beth screamed as I fell. I was stunned for a moment from the fall, and when I finally came to my senses I saw two men in orange jumpsuits standing over me. One was a white man in his early twenties. He carried a .38 revolver. The leader, a hard looking black man, was older and carried a shotgun. Instinctively, I. The table was covered by a huge lace tablecloth, colored slightly off-white. The plates all had small silver dishes covering them, like the kind Lacie knew they used to keep food warm in high class hotels. Small bowls sat just to the side of the covered plates, each containing an artistically arranged salad. Leafy greens, two perfect slices of tomato, a few dried cranberries, some crumbled almonds and a few other ingredients Lacie couldn’t immediately identify all sat in the bowl. A thin layer. .To finish off the "tarty look" as Bill calls it.So, here I was dressed in very high strap style high heels, a black mini skirt, that barely comes to about 1/2 of the way down my thigh, black seamed nylons, my black blouse that is see through in the right light, and to finish the look, over the top, heavy make up, lipstick, blusher etc ... all in all I looked a..."Right fucking tart" as Frank so eloquently put it to me!The plan was for us to go shopping first, the two of them in tow, then later.