.. difficult, but we got through it together.”“Are we still going shopping for swimsuits?” I asked.“Your wish is my command,” he said to me.... offered my arm, and we left together. I didn’t ask where we were going, but when he pulled into the Manhattan Town Center, I realized where we were going.Richards father hated taking me shopping, but his son, with my arm in his opened the heavy glass door to Victoria’s secret and followed me in.We were approached by a tall black woman who made me look. A gap between the pillars on the side wall showed an empty terrace stretching over a part of the building. They slipped through it and went to the edge of the terrace and settled down. From there they could see people including a lot of 'straight' couples loitering on the pathway below leading to the bridge. Soon Kris turned and cupping Sam's face in his hands, kissed his lips. He knew Sam smelt sensuously strong. But now he was indulging in his very musky breaths. He had craving for his dark. When I didn't stop him, he started pulling at her skirt. Aurora moved her butt as he pulled it out from under her. I knew she didn't have panties on so he was in for a surprise. “Good girl.”, I told her reassuringly.The other guys started to touch her, and everyone was standing up, crowded around us. Anyone who could reach was trying. A couple of the guys worked together to hold her skirt up as three sets of hands where trying to find a way to her pussy. The guys in front where reaching over. Now think about it. A lift is a small tightly contained box with very little air. When it breaks down between floors, you can't help but panic. And when you panic - or at least when I panic - my tummy starts to go a bit funny and yup, I end up blowing off. Lots.Thank God I was stuck in this lift on my own, because I would have been really embarrassed if there were other people in there. One after the other I was letting them go and I really could not help.