“Sweetheart, I know you will enjoy your purchases, but if you are in any way dissatisfied with any of them, please contact me here at this number. I...��ll write my name on the back. There. Just ask for Jeffrey. I can answer your questions and give you… ANY assistance… that you may need. We even have a private dressing room and classroom in back.” The look in the man’s eyes, as they glanced from Wendy’s face down to her half-exposed breasts and back, caused Wendy’s body to flush all the way to her. On our way, she had a nature’s call and wanted to piss. I was a hilly area, so I asked her to go on the roadside get down a bit and do it under a tree. She said she was too afraid and wanted me to come along. So I parked the bike and went along. I waited just beside her while she pissed under the tree. I was stunned to see that she was not at all shy to piss in front of me. She was wearing a t-shirt and shorts. She moved her shorts and panties up to her knee, sat down and pissed while I turned. And what an amazing thrill. I loved being in the store with her, bashfully suggesting different pairs. Panties that I wanted to wear and jerk off to, and by the way, she could wear them too when I wasn’t jerking in them. At that time, she didn’t know of my obsession, but probably suspected. Man, did I love that panty haul. All of those panties felt amazing, and what a treat when she brought home more. And raiding her hamper for used pairs was great too. I loved putting them on if they were. Alicia winced. Her face sank to the floor. She hugged the crop, mumbling inaudible words to it. Her lips touched the leather. She'd stopped crying, although her shoulders still shook. Then her voice became clearer. She sat up, fixing her eyes on the riding crop in her hands. It looked like praying."Master," she said. "Sweet Master, please tell your Mistress how sorry I am for betraying her. Please make her see that it was weakness, not evil planning. It was wrong and thoughtless and hurtful and.