I took off my knickers and pulled the small black and red thong over the small black hair of my pussy. I had already bought some black fishnet stock...ngs so I thought I try on the whole outfit together. As I slipped the stockings up my slim thighs and fastened the clips from my bustier to the top of the fishnets I could feel my clit tingling. I looked at myself in the mirror, my 32DD boobs looked massive is the tight red and black material. I started to get wet as I turned round and. I was moaning loud enough that anyone in the store could hear me.When I recovered, Ursula helped me get dressed. As soon as I was presentable, she led me back to the checkout counter, where the young girl clerk put the outfits I had purchased in a nice store bag.Before leaving, I told Ursula I needed to use a bathroom. She again led me to the back of the store. She entered with me and I sat down on the toilet, with my thong down to my ankles.Ursula made no effort to go out and leave me alone. If anything she felt slightly empowered, knowing that she had embraced her sexuality but was still a strong, intelligent and willful woman that had enough confidence in herself to explore her own sexual boundaries. Beth had come to the decision that people’s sexual desires were just as individual as their preference for coffee or the way they like their steak cooked. Some people liked it medium-rare, while others liked it tied up and gagged. It was just another human quirk. With her new-found. By the end of the article I was already growing increasingly horny, I read over an article that said how much women loved their toes and feet getting kissed and sucked and how horny it could get them. I had never to that day thought of a women’s feet being sexual at all but the article and the picture of a ladies gorgeous foot in black heels got me strangely begging for it, to feel a soft women’s foot on my cock.At that moment I glanced across my office to the desk in the other corner were Anna.