It had only been a couple of hours and she was bored already. Sitting there watching everyone have a good time had worn her patience rather thin. ‘...mmm. He’s nice.’ Susan thought. A young man was standing right in front of her with his tight bum wiggling to the music. ‘Nice broad shoulders and long legs.’ Before her thoughts could meander a couple of girls caught hold of him to flirt outrageously, fluttering false eyelashes at him. If she had nails she would have sharpened them on the table as. She would see if she could get the poor guys cock hard enough to show through his dress slacks. As we walked to the next shoe store I'd tell her to show off even more. She once gave the salesman a full minute to look at her hairless pussy though a pair of completely transparent T back panties. She spread her legs as she tried to look at a rack of shoes behind her , giving the guy a perfect view . His most definitely had a hard on when he stood up. I caught Andrea licking her lips as she looked. Jackson," daring tovoice my concerns. "Mr. Jackson has not granted me any ... uhm ...puddin' time in over six weeks." Puddin' time was a humiliating termof endearment Jack came up with to describe my masturbationprivileges. I felt so embarrassed using the term, especially in frontof Stacey. Jack usually grants me relief once a month, or twice ifI've been really good. My little clitty was swollen, presenting atiny bulge in my short shorts. Stacey glanced in my direction, notingmy little problem.. Her car wasparked just 50 m ahead. She pushed me violently in the seat and ordered me to bent forward. I felt the cold metal at my wrists. Now therewas no going back. I was a bit afraid. After that she put ablindfold on me and drove.During the long driveshe said nothing. It seems like a little eternity for me. I felt that the carstopped and then she put a collar around my neck. Isabelle released theblindfold and leaded me out of the car with a pull on the chain that wasconnected to the collar..