Just as quickly as Miss Piggy left the room she ran back in screaming, “Someone stole Cassie’s bag with her clothes in it, right out of your offic...!”Both security guards ran into the other room to try to help find Cassie’s clothes. “Holy shit! They took the bag right out of the security office,” yelled one of the security officers.“Get out there and find that bag before they get away you freak’n morons,” screamed Miss Piggy as she held the door to the mall open for the guards. Both security. He was direct, honest in his expectations of us as clients. I took lead on this interview, so I laid it out to him."I'll be the first to admit we have no clue what we've let ourselves for. This is why money won't be discussed until we find someone we can trust. Can we trust you?"Probably a question he never expected to be asked. "Yes, you can trust me, as far as making the best movie possible within the financial constraints you have. Might not want to loan me ten bucks for lunch though. When. Of course, nothing bad ever does happen, but maybe it’s because people know there are cameras, people know there’s a man like me watching these screens. Security theater, they call it. Look it up.People feared me. Bad people feared me. I guess that made me a good man. But the most interesting thing to me, was knowing firsthand what could make a good man be so bad. Maybe being good was that one thing I couldn’t see in my infinite vision of the company I worked for. At some point, I even forgot. I reached around to grab them and pinched each nipple ever so gently. She looked back at me and said, “I want it hard, baby.” I grabbed hold of her tits firmly and began fucking her hard and deep. The belt to her jacket fell to the ground and for some reason I picked it up. Without even thinking, I folded the tan leather over and smacked her ass with it. Cathii let out a yelp and then moaned, “Spank me, daddy!” I gave her supple ass cheek another hard rap with the belt. My girlfriend.