"But at least it was my own. That amounts to something, doesn't it?" She glanced up to the security camera, swiveling around toward her on its constan... back-and-forth search for shoplifters. A very nasty idea filled Tamara's already oversexed and humiliated mind. Clearing her items off the small bench at the back of the stall, she sat with one leg up on the hard seat and the other stretched out to the side. With her tits still hanging free from the skimpy halter top, she placed her left hand on. Now for the reason I asked you up here." With that she grabbed a remote control from the end table beside her and turned on the TV and the VCR across the room. I dreaded what I thought we were about to see. I was all set to see one of my videos come on, instead after a few moments; a scene from inside a gym filled the screen. It appeared to be an amateur movie possibly made on an old Kodak movie camera that had been transferred to video tape in order to preserve it. It was the beginning of a. I went over, kissed Master, and found a nice little spot on the floor and lay down.I heard the bed springs squeak for a bit, and then heard the Floozy finally sigh.The Floozy and I had some private time to ourselves. We didn’t spend it sexually, but did discuss things.“I thought Master was punishing you for betraying him,” I said.“He is.”“That doesn’t make any sense. If you betrayed him, why would he trust you working for him?”“He trusts the collar, not me,” Floozy explained. “He only sees me. For they could tell that Steve wasn’t Somali. The dude had Haitian written all over him. Clad in a red silk shirt, burgundy tie, dark blue silk pants and Timberland boots, Steve had just come back from an interview with a call center. My man was looking real good to me, but obviously Salwa and Rabia didn’t approve. If Steve picked up on Salwa and Rabia’s sudden frostiness, he didn’t let on. My boo was his usual confident, friendly self. I made small talk with Rabia and Salwa, then wished them.