“Would you be able to email the stored images please; the email address is on the card.” “Certainly sir.” We wandered around some more, and I had to pose for a few more selfies / spreadies, before Tony said that we were leaving. As we got to the door I stopped and asked Tony if I could change back into my dress. He looked at me then said, “Unroll the top of the skirt and see how far it will come down.” I did, and pulled as much as I could on the hem. “That will do, let’s go.” As I tried to keep up with Tony I smoothed a hand down the front and the back of the skirt. I decided that if basement I stood still and upright, and there wasn’t a breeze, I’d be decent. I kept walking and hoped that Tony meant what he said about me not getting arrested. Of course, Tony had to leave that place at rush hour, and yes, he had decided that we’d travel on the underground. I hit the same problems with the escalators and the wind blowing along the platforms; and the crowded trains. It didn’t help that I was asian still wearing that stupid Super Girl outfit. That alone attracted quite a bit of attention but the light weight, ultra short skirt just would not stay down, was causing me a lot of embarrassment. Tony reminding me not to hold it down didn’t help either. I have no idea how many people saw my butt and pussy. And on the crowded train the people stood in front of me got a good look at my tits through the blue mesh top. At least I didn’t get penetrated while I was in the crowds; but I did feel a hand on my butt under the skirts at one point. I'm being Blackmailed by Vanessa Evans Part 08 We got off at a different station to previous times and when we were on the street Tony told me that there was a shop that he wanted to visit. He didn’t say japanese what sort of shop it was but I soon found out; it was a sex toy shop. There were a few people in there, mainly men, and they all looked at me when we walked in. I looked around and thought, “Fuck, this Lesbian is a sex shop, I bet that Tony will expect me to have sex with some of these men.” Thankfully, he didn’t. He told me to have a look around while he talked to the man behind the counter. Why was this woman willing to go to such drastic lengths just for him? He softly opened it, peeked in, and saw Julie sprawled on the bed, snoring gently. Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore. Fred knew just where to take the homeless guy and he did so in record time. It stood in the middle Lesbian of the basement that served as their workshop. “Careful. I sat up a japanese little so I could watch his bulge get harder under my hand. My mom wanted it. On the drive home they held hands; They couldn’t remember the last time they’d done that. Make basement me proud of my executioner, give this country the sense of punity they need. Now we are his water asian rats, and we all cracked up.