In the mall was a lingerie store. We stopped in to look around. I found a few things and decided to try them on. My favorite piece was a short, red, s...e-through nightgown. I invited him in to look. He mustve liked it because his eyes looked as though they were burning holes through my body. All he could utter was wow. I couldnt pass up an opportunity to tease him. I bent over so he was behind me and the mirror in front. The low-cut gown revealed my tits in the mirror. I asked again if he liked. He imagined her two hands grappling with his hands, trying to remove them, half-heardtedly, and inevitably not succeeding…“I’ll wait outside,” she spoke and left the cramped little laundry space, breaking his daydreams. He finished dropping her clothes in and started the dryer.“Let me change, too, and then we can call your husband,” he said.In a few minutes he returned, wearing a robe as well. He offered her his cell phone. She took it very gingerly from his hand, avoiding touching his fingers.. Hehad an erection in no time and as soon as he did I was engulfing it in mywilling mouth. "Wow" he said as I continued to blow him. "You are somekind of super slut! You could star in your own comic book series." Hegrabbed the back of head and forced my head across his cock back andforth. I loved being a bitch. "O baby yes! O baby! Oh Candy, you filthywhore, you are so good. I love it. You were born to be a suck! There is noway a boy could do this. You are definitely a girl. You are. Its a corner bar inthe village tricked out like a seventies disco bar. Im sure if you saw itin daylight hours it wouldnt amount to much, cheap decor with lots ofmirrors and low ceilings. Expenditure calculated to a tee against income.We had discussed my costume that evening, pantyhose and a very shortlurex dress. Something as cheap as the venue. The idea was some wouldpity me and some would envy me the latter camp being the dumbest peoplethere. How do you feel about that he asked. Its never.