B: men are always, always watching you. This particular night, my longtime boyfriend of 5 years has decided that he no longer wants to be with a str...pper, and has dumped me. So I’m already in a foul ass mood. And as every girl, after a dumping, hates men, I am determined to make them suffer tonight. Thus begins my story. I walk out on stage in nothing but my 4-inch, black, knee-high, patent leather boots; a matching black leather G-string with pull-away sides; and a very slim black leather. The bastards have taken me back to the horrors and humiliation of my childhood with all its misery. I believed The Little One had disappeared. Now he’s back and frankly, I don’t like the terrible feelings that have returned with him. ‘The woman in those clips is my dearly loved wife. Those animals had her in their power and they didn’t care what they did to her. Well, tonight they pay for their sins and a horrific payment I’m going to exact.’ Peter’s eyes flashed with a deep-seated anger, yet. Then suddenly she let go of the lads cock laid back and moaned out her orgasm. As she panted she half sat up and smiling the other guy stood up she said “You lay on the bed”, he was undressed in seconds, as he laid down Donna straddled him, taking his 6” in her hand she guided it into her pussy.As she sat on him he and her groaned at the same time, as she bounced up and down on his cock he licked her nipples, then she grabbed the other lad and fed him into her mouth. After watching all this. " For 30 or so hours a week, I walked around different stores (Weinstocks had five in the Sacramento CA area) caught shoplifters and I did not have to invest in several hundred dollars in clothing to make $3.35 an hour. I was making $5.80, so my life was pretty good. As was the case with the Arden Fair store of this now defunct chain, employees had to park way in the back. My "seemed right" assignment was I walked the females or anyone else that wanted, to their cars, made sure they got in.