He fled towardsthe door with his wallet in his hand. The beeping sounds blared behindhim. Two elderly male security guards tried to catch him, but his...lankylegs and his female appearance allowed him to easily out run themwithout anyone trying to help them. He reached his car and sped out of the parking lot. As he sped home hecaught a glimpse of the shirt he was wearing. He cursed the retro lookas he stared down at the My Little Pony T-shirt. As he pulled onto hisblock he felt a tingle and then. Even some "upskirt" style shots of her from behind and below. She was unable to actually get within knife range of her young victim, and instead started to nock arrows from about ten feet below him and zinging them in a well-aimed barrage. Arrows skipped and whined past the terrified slave, but he was fairly safe due to all the swaying and the intervening limbs blocking the missiles from him. The overhead monitors were showing closeups of the terrified slave's face. His walleyed expressions. When I reach his door, I drop to my knees and wait for him to acknowledge me and invite me in. Is this required? Not in the least; however, I believe that a submissive should not enter a room without permission to enter, even if called. Sir looks at me and I can see the confusion, then understanding go through his eyes. You may enter he says. Sir, before I do, may I step back and go to the bathroom? Yes, you may. I quickly stand up and walk back to the bathroom, use it and clean myself up. Mayyyyyybe! There might be one more thing, I said with a playful smile on my lips. What? Mark asked with an eager smile on his face. I didnt respond with words. I just held my hand out and with one finger pointed down. No fucking way. Your CLIT? I stood there biting the edge of my bottom lip and nodding my head up and down. I need to see this or Im calling Bullshit, Mark said. No. Im not showing you my pussy. Mark grabbed at my bikini bottoms with both hands. I stepped back away a few.