It is a bit uncomfortable against my bare skin, and I am still hoping he has just forgotten to hand me my panties…
He then hands me a long-sleeved, pink angora sweater with a plunging v-neck and lovely pink pearl buttons down the front. My face is burning up from embarrassment, and my Master is clearly pleased with my humiliation. I reach for them, knowing full well the view that the young boys behind me are enjoying. I pretend not to notice. I recall that it is totally encased in glass, and that I am not wearing panties. How much? The Mall is actually on the next block. And to add to my vulnerability and humiliation I realize that my pussy is dripping wet. Here everyone else exits.