It's probably that tight fucking maid with her D in art. Anger and confusion flashes, as I frantically scramble for clues of what I'd done wrong. How ...'d managed to displease him with my act. What the fuck he thinks he's doing discarding me like that.I open my mouth to give him an earful when he reaches for the drawer of his desk and retrieves a medieval-looking flogger, placing it alongside my panties. Fronds of leather protrude from its handle and I blink back my insecurity, heart rate. ” His voice squeaks.“I have a friend. She’s a princess. I bet she’d enjoy it if you took her up there and fucked her ever so hard in front of everyone.”“Stop seducing my brother,” Susan says. She laughs. “He’s not even a whore. He ain’t likely to have the coin for ya much less Princess Aubrielle.”He runs away mortified.“I’m sorry. I didn’t even fully realize I was doing it. I mean I know I was teasing him. I thought that was only fair after he was listening to our conversation. But yeah, I was. . And I slowly got up and still holding my privates stood but bent over my waist and little in my knees.. Looking at her in a pitiable face dripped in perspiration !“Please master I have to pee…”“Yes, you will get to but first let me have a look at you properly.. I want you to stand up and take your hands off your panty and stand stand straight!!”I uncomfortably took off my urine wet hands but still stood unsteadily jumping dancing all the while… ”“Stand still!” she ordered “or I wont allow you. He looked up suddenly and caught her looking at him; she blushed slightly. 'Shall I move' he asked, 'I'm annoying you by sitting here'. 'Oh don't go' she said. So he didn't. In that curious way that perfect strangers sometimes tell each other all about themselves they started to talk and quite soon Martine had told him about the boredom she had felt that morning and how she had ended up in this particular store. He told her that his name was Bill and that he was supposed to be working a.