" Amy said nothing; she'd been on the table thirty minutes before while Toby mounted cameras and wandered around with the laptop, making sure the view... were the best that could be done from stationary positions. "All four are constant feeds, and I can zoom in if I see something that seems to beg for it. If you want to collect something special -- or just humiliate him more, I guess -- you can use this..." He pointed to a video camera on the coffee table.Louise picked it up. "Can you talk me. ‘That’s better,’ he continued. ‘The reason that I had to slap you was the second rule. You will always address me a ‘sir’ or ‘master’. Do you understand?’ ‘Yes, …sir.’ ‘The third rule is that you will always wear a collar, so that everybody knows that you are a whore.’ He walked over to a filing cabinet on the back wall of his office and opened the bottom drawer. He reached in behind a small section of files in the front of the drawer and took a black leather collar out of the back, and handed. ’‘Just where are we going Ryan? Will we ever be safe?’‘We’re going to Mauritius where we’ll get new identities, then we’ll be safe. We could go and live in Thailand or somewhere.’‘And where are we going to get the money to pay for all this?’‘From selling this baby.’ He said slapping the seats of Bee Jay’s cockpit. ‘She worth a small fortune, more than enough to buy us new identities and set us up for the rest of our lives.’‘No you can’t sell Bee Jay, Will loves this boat, it’s his baby.’‘When. "She walked out and shut the door as he started to strip. He hadn't caught the irony of her last remark. He put on the panties, wondering why he had to wear them too. He got into the pantyhose without too much of a struggle. He had peeled them off of dozens of women before, but had never put them on himself.The bra wasn't too hard to get on. He only struggled with the clasps a little bit. He plopped the large breast forms in, and felt the straps pull on his shoulders from their weight. He moved.