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"I was going through her purse," Samuel talked about Grace, "and I saw she had business cards for the bank over there," he pointed in the direction of Grace's work, a standalone branch in the parking lot of the shopping center.

"No," Grace said, more as a blunt statement of fact than as a **** plea.

"Grace," Derrick tried to remind her, "you know how many photos and videos we have of you..."

"The worst you can do is post them online," Grace reminded him, "this would be going to work naked in person, which would be much worse."

"What about Jessica's reputation?" Derrick tried to pull her heartstrings once again.

"Worst comes to worst, she can move after she graduates high school," Grace shrugged.

"Mom!" Jessica gasped.

"Fine," Derrick sighed as he gestured to Jayden, who had Jessica on his lap, "get the blouse and skirt from the trunk."

Jayden and Jessica got out of the car, Jessica hunching over to the quarter panel to hide herself from view as Jayden walked over to the car and pulled out a black knee-length skirt and striped blouse. Walking back, he handed the items back to Grace.

"Do we have the keys to the cuffs?" Derrick asked the other two.

"There's a release button on the right cuff," Grace sighed as Jayden pressed it to free her, rubbing her lower back and grabbing her ass for one last time.

"I believe I had underwear, too," Grace informed the boys.

"You have underwear on right now," Samuel pointed at the clamps on Grace's nipples.

Grace sighed as she had known better than to ask for the underwear back. Still, she put her blouse and skirt back on, took a note of Dylan's license plate, and walked back to work as briskly as she could in her heels.

Eventually, Grace got back to her desk, and donned her jacket she had placed on the back of her chair. The clamp on her pussy prevented her from crossing her legs, and sitting down she felt quite breezy down there.