Sarah made her way to the quaint little flower shop; which was owned and run by the nice Mrs Asher.The bell over the door tinkled as she entered, and ...he smell of freshly cut flowers hung heavy in the air. Mrs Asher came bustling through from the back room, a short round little figure with long black hair and bright blue eyes ... she could have been anything from forty to sixty."Can I help you?" she was asking as she hurried along. She stopped short as she recognised Sarah standing just inside. Aaggghhh, nine Sir, thank you Sir’Tears welled in my eyes as you finally got to twelve. Walking back around you looped the belt around my neck and tightened it like a leash. Taking the long length left dangling you tied it around the leg of the vaulting horse, firmly ensuring should I try and straighten the leather would choke me back into place. You walk away without a word to retrieve the cane. Stroking it across my tender arse cheeks I start to shake. The tension in my spread thighs, up on. Are you watching us in the locker room?” “Absolutely not. I’m not peeping on you girls. I don’t need to do that.” “We think you do. We always see you staring at us. I bet you love to watch us.” “I think you’re all very pretty, but I’m just a custodian. I have better things to do then to look at your bald pussies.” “Wait a minute. How do you know that we have bald pussies? You’d only know that if you were peeping.” Troy didn’t say a word he knew now that he had gotten caught. “I might have. She wasn't moved by the circumstances the woman found herself in. She had avoided it and knew that others could avoid it as well. The woman, whoever she was, was where she was because she had made a decision to be there.Amber was staring off into the distance deep in thought. Occasionally she would give a weak frown and shake her head. Sometimes, it was a weak smile with a node of her head. Most of the time, though, her face was a tight mask that didn't give away what she was thinking.She.