Pushing her hips up towards her hand as she pressed down, rubbing her clit. Pushing her fingers into her pussy, harder, faster, deeper.I opened the do...r a little more to get a better view. And then she saw me.Our eyes met for a second and then she jumped up, pulling up her thong up her thighs. Her sexy face was bright red.She looked at me in anger; but then I just moved inside and closed the door behind me. The girl went mad as she saw me locking the door.She moved forward and hit my chest with. She got very annoyed and told me that I hadbetter get my ass down the street to the local drug store and buy anice dark shade of lipstick and a pack of cigarettes.She said, "You know what brand to buy."When I tried to reason with her that they knew me there, she said shedidn't care, if I had come prepared I wouldn't have put myself intothat predicament and it wasn't her problem. She then told me not to tryto shoplift the items and to be sure that I didn't I would have tobring the receipt back. Yet I seldom heard her arrive to do her work.I felt rather than saw my Mistress touch me from behind. Then a blindfoldcovered my eyes. My Mistress ordered me to open my mouth. I felt themetallic taste of an open mouth gag that effectively stopped me fromclosing my open mouth. I had been gagged well and truly. All I could dowas grunt. Not say or mumble as one can with a ball gag. My Mistress toldme to count from forty down> I realize I was getting forty lashes. Tenfor each day she was away in. They rode in a little car, with others running alongside, into the center ring. As they cavorted and played tricks on each other, one of them looked right at me and waved. It was Larry, white face, greasepaint smile, red nose, baggy pants, big flat shoes and all. I waved back.Two days later I was going through some paperwork in my office and my desk phone buzzed."Hammer Investigations." "Michelle?" It was Larry."Yeah Larry, what's up?" "There's some sort of scam going on around here. A guy I'm.