Then we got up for lunch, despite being full of each other’s cum. In the kitchen we both sat on the floor in front of the fridge and fed each other....Our hands constantly stroked the other’s chest and sex as we ate. Then we each went for a short lie down, to recover from the morning’s activities. Walking through the living room, we picked up our clothes and flipped the cum-covered cushions over. Our rooms were opposite each other and I watched her climb into her bed in all her naked glory. I did. Sitting up, face being massaged by one of your hands, the other being used to prop yourself up. Weekday mornings are never pleasant. You never go to bed at a reasonable hour, plus you have an awesome bed, so leaving its comfortable confines sucks. Especially during these winter months. Like a viking, you brave the cold. You gather some clothes, and head off to the shower.20 minutes later, you're clean, dry, groomed and ready to face another day of 12th grade. You're not sure why people hate. And work alone until the other associate comes in at noon. I go home at 6 p.m. and he closes at 8. The selling of ladies shoes in a mall (no men’s or children’s) is a very strange experience. About 85 percent of the business is between 1 and 6 p.m. Often I don’t ring up a sale before noon. I had only been there about a week when she first came in. Tall, slender, blond hair cut into a pixy like bob, dark deep blue eyes, long tan legs and a figure to die for. She was wearing a backless sun dress. I really loved acting feminine and spent large portions of my day shopping for clothing and other “womanly” products on the internet. I had a few breast forms including inserts to be put in bras as well as two full breast attachments which wrapped around my body. Both were for fairly small breast sizes because although I wanted “breasts” I didn’t want to draw attention to them and alert everyone that they were fake.On Tuesday Sir called me with my next assignment. Here is how he explained it to.