Then, three days after the wedding, Eric and I were out and had a big argument and I told him to take me home which he did. I stormed out of his car, ...an to the front door, unlocked it, and ran up to my room crying.As far as I was concerned, we were through.So, I sat there cross-legged, rubbing up under me, frustrated in so many ways.Then, I thought, fuck it, and got up, took my clothes off and slipped on a clingy, black negligee that I'd bought for that first time with Eric. I left the panties. It was day, I was out in the open, and I was in my own front yard. I felt like I was coming out of the closet. I started the lawnmower and began mowing the yard. At one point, I noticed the neighbor across the street watching me as he was mowing, too. I waved to him and he waved back. When I finished mowing, I put the lawnmower back in the garage and got a broom to sweep the sidewalks and driveway. I was enjoying myself working in the yard as Joann. It was good practice at walking, bending, and. “You also cost me a lot of money,” he said, ignoring my comment. “We lost a lot of product in that warehouse.”Him calling the women in the warehouse ‘product’ sent shivers down my spine. This guy was just about as evil as they come.“You fuck with the bull...” I said.“I plan on getting some satisfaction for all my losses.”“Bill me.”He didn’t say anything for a moment, just gave me a creepy, knowing kind of smile. He had the mean, heartless look down pat.“I wanted Renata to see you one last time. No amount of wriggling on the poor girls part can now dislodge these particularly nasty tormentors!Waiting, grinning patiently for the last of the naked female prisoners to be immobilized, an old guard whistles to himself happily as he works his way along the eye level line of presented breasts with a small pot of cream and brush.Cradling with one hand each presented breast in turn, he paints a small amount of vacuum-assist cream around the base of the girls nipples.Of all the presented breasts.