The languid nature of the activity in the car changed aswe prepared to disembark. Leashes were snapped onto the rings in we slaves'noses, after we had...lined up on our knees, and then the doors were opened bythe bizarre chauffer. The domatrixes descended first, stepping out into thedimly lit parking basement. Then we clambered down onto the softly carpetedfloor, with Majesty holding our leashes in one of her hands. Once we were allout of the car Majesty led the group towards the sliding doors of. Felt the air between my legs and up my skirt. It was pretty awesome. A bracelet, earrings, and a necklace to finish off the look.The old lady, who's name I never did get, drove me to a bar. A local bar. One I have been too many times. Enough times that they knew my name. The old lady gave me a small purse. I looked inside: ID, credit cards, money, my house keys, even a tampon. Interesting? I walked in. The hot bartender I have always had a crush on was serving drinks. I wondered what the chance. The look on grandpa’s face when he saw me was priceless. When I walked over bending down and giving a very slow open mouth kiss, and the fact that I was wearing a pair of very tight jeans that showed off my tight round ass just seem to have made grandpa’s day.:”God dam Christy you look good.” Grandpa said as he ran his hand over my ass.“Thanks grandpa you to do.” I said as I poured my self a cup of coffee and sat down at the table.Mum I heard Maggie grunt as she continue to fix breakfasts.. I. " I turned around, then groaned as I saw that several cops had finally arrived. And from the way they were pointing their guns at me, it was obvious that they didn't care that I had just stopped a group of criminals. Of course, that wasn't surprising. The cops have been trying to arrest me for 'indecent exposure' ever since I started my career as Bigtop. "Like I could actually wear a shirt," I grumbled, knowing that there wasn't anything that would do any good against my tits. At least not and.