They kissed until David was satisfied that more than a few people noticed. “You didn’t want to tell her that I’m your slave?” Sara couldn’t resist taunting. “No you don’t,” the salesgirl said, “I can take the tags off.”
Sara glared at her. Sara put her hands on her hips, trying to hide her guilt. “You won’t fall off,” he assured her and then continued, his voice dropping, “I know you’re thinking that this is your chance to escape, but I’m not stupid. There were only a few other customers in the restaurant and Sara decided this was not the place to plead her case for help to someone. Sara began trying outfits on. I came just from you spanking me,” Sara blurted out. She grabbed him tightly around the waist as they began to move. It accentuated every curve of Sara’s body perfectly. David laughed at her and murmured, “Come on, you know you want it…”
“Hey, no fucking allowed.” The salesgirl called from the other side of the curtain.
