[wherearemyclothes]

As Sally waited time had seemed to stay still. Her tits felt heavy without the usual bra they needed being so large. She could feel the cool air of the air conditioning on her wet pussy, her face was red and burning with shame and arousal. Just then the curtain opened and a man she remembered seeing at university looked through. He smiled looking her up and down and said:

"If you do what I say, I will get you back home and give you a dress"

Sally was scared about the doing what he said, but was desperate for out. She nodded, and the man disappeared. He came back with the security officer who said she had been lucky as her friend had payed for the clothes she had "stolen". The handcuffs were taken off and her hands went quickly to her breasts. She looked up hopefully at her new friend looking for some clothes. He tossed her what looked like a skirt, and it was certainly not what clothes she had came in. She tried to put on the skirt, and then realized in horror it was a dress. It almost showed her bum and pussy, but if she pulled it showed her breasts. "Can i have my pants please" Sally said humbly and was greeted with a smile and a no. She followed Mark as he told he we was called, red as a beetroot and pulling at her dress. Many recognized her from before pointed and laughed. It felt like a long walk of shame though the whole shopping centre, and finally as they got the car park he opened his car and got in shutting the door after him. The window came down and in a quick movement he pulled at the dress and took it off. Sally screamed and covered her tits and crotch as he laughed

Do you want your little dress back ?

Yes, yes please she squealed looking around to see if anyone could see her.

Then you must jog, he said, all the way round this area of the car park.

Sally couldnt believe her eyes. How could she jog like that, but she saw he wasn't joking.

I won't she stammered

Then goodbye he said, and started the car, it started to move, she banged the window, okay please, I will she said

He stopped and waited. She started to jog, holding on to her breasts round the car park, she looked at the floor, her bouncing breasts in her hands hurt with every movement. She started to sweat. She got back to the car

Oh please, that is enough, and she noticed he had recorded it on video on his mobile. He smiled, and told her what she was doing wrong, that she could not hold her breasts, that her knees must be much much higher.

Whimpering she went back and started to run again. Her free breasts bounced like with a life of their own. She tried to run with her knees very high, she felt very hot and noticed some people pointing her. She also noticed the security officer coming towards her. She ran back to the car and told Mark totally out of breath. He smilled and told her to get in the car, she ran round the other side, each time she tried to open the door he moved the car a bit more ahead, laughing in her face. Beg, he said.
She put her head though the window and begged to be let in. Just in time he opened the door and she got in, and the car sped of with the officer shouting something at them as he hit the streets with Sally totally naked, and breasts abouncing in the passenger seat.

To be continued