Remove the tag

No, thanks, you don’t want to deal with this bitchy butch.

You remove the tag from your blouse (it isn’t easy when your hands are cuffed) and give it to Becky.

When your hands meet, you feel this pleasant shiver again… but then you pull your hand back.

-That’s better, miss, Thanks for your cooperation, - says Beckie.

You just nod, turn around and walk away along the row of shelves, feeling her hungry sight on your juicy ass. She definitely knows how to treat an ass like yours. Maybe you should kept that tag on you and just see what happens?

But soon you got distracted from this thoughts, when you see a handsome bearded man in checkered shirt. He smiles at you and then comes closer, so you can get a better look at him.

He is about 40 years old and tall… real tall. A beard, a checkered shirt and blue jeans make him look like a real lumberjack… not these pretentious hipsters. And his big and strong arms… suddenly you dream of being taken and inspected by them.

Seems that you were lost in your dreams for a moment... so suddenly you hear him asking you with a smile:

-Неy! Are you for sale too?

Surprised, you try to swallow your saliva, although it isn’t easy because of ball-gag in your mouth.