When they got to the bread isle, the bread they wanted was on the bottom shelf. “I suppose you want me to bend over and get that right?” Bobby g...inned at her. “Should I keep my legs straight and bend at the waist? I can probably get the bread and give a good show. Is that what you are looking for?”Still Bobby stood there with a stupid grin on his face.She stood by the bread with Bobby far enough back that he would get a good view. She look around to ensure no one was looking, then quickly. Please forgive me, madam!”“Ok, fine. Take a seat on your knees on the floor right next to us!”“Yes madam!” and she did.I pulled out a huge stack of money from my purse and flipped through my bills. “Here you go, Sam, as promised!”She took it and put it in her bra. “Thank you, madam!”“So Luis, I don't want to hear a sound from you. Understand?”He nodded to me, and I turned my attention to Samantha.“Take one of your heels off and hand it to me!”She leaned back on her bum with her nicely shaped. Ihave my dignity, my pride! But what I saw made me stop for a fewseconds: in the alley stood a man, a very big man with more muscles thatI could ever hope for. He was middle aged, maybe not yet in his forties.He was groaning a little bit, while holding in his gigantic hands thehead of a woman, this head clearly facing the area of his crotch. Icouldn't see the face of the woman, but I could hear the sounds comingfrom her mouth. Some slurping noises reached my ears, and I saw her headbobbing back. Maybe slave girl isbetter. You like that?"He said nothing while his cock strained forward, his increasinglytwisted mind even more excited. What had she done to him!?Julia chuckled, maybe last night had a more pronounced effect on himthan she realized, it was something to consider and work with. "I'llrinse myself today. Get my towels ready... slave girl. And don't youdare touch my cock with your pretty little girly fingers, you stillneed to be punished for this morning!"He scampered to his feet.