"Perhaps we can find clothes here, Master?"

Jonna gasped and covered her lips. The words had escaped her pouty, swollen lips unexpectedly. She didn't intend to call Kate Master. It had just slipped out.

Kate the Conqueror eyed Jonna, the servile harem girl before him. The leash had not changed her luscious body. Heavy breasts, swollen and ripe, with nipples puckered begging to be pinched and sucked. Her tiny hands both angled up from the elbow to cover her mouth, but left her chest uncovered and on display. She stood with both sweet thighs pressed together, one straight, one tilted at an angle, on the ball of her feet, as if making her self even more shapely. Her bare waist cinched in perfectly, as if welcoming Kate's hand to take hold of it.

"That's a good idea, girl," announced Kator, reaching out one meaty hand and easily pulling Jonna to her. The girl was soft, supple flesh, yielding easily against his muscular form. She was already warm and sopping wet between her legs, and she moaned, presenting those lovely red lips, like a flower, begging to be kissed. "Looks like the leash enhanced your submissiveness... and made me powerful and dominant. I love it. I love being on top, being the one in charge. I can't wait to have you on your back, legs spread, Sweet Jonno..."

"Ahem." From the front of the store, the old couple looked up from their chess game. "Young man, I'd appreciate if you didn't take your young lady in the middle of our costume store."

"Yes, perhaps you'd like to put on some clothes and take her home for the fucking," sniffed the old woman. "We have some couple pairings. CEO and Secretary, Athlete and Model, Businessman and Mail Order Bride..."