I took them up to the front of the shop and handed them over to the man standing behind the counter. He was an older man, maybe in his early forties, ...ith jet black hair, but was starting to bald on top and a beard. I assumed he was the owner of the store.He asked in a very strong accent, if I needed any help. I asked him if he had a belt that might go with my new outfit. He led me down one side of the shop where there was a range of leather belts and asked me to choose a belt buckle to go with. I moved my tongue up to her nipples and teased them while I massaged her sensitive and contoured breasts. I drove her even further to the edge as I grinded my now growing cock over her crotch. I returned to administer more pleasure to her pussy, deciding it was time to introduce my cock to her insides. It wasn’t long before her breathing became erratic and her body shook uncontrollably. I could feel her pussy contracting as I fucked her with my fingers whilst dancing my tongue over her clit.. Noticing that, I decided to make a move. I grabbed her hands; the teacher was still teaching. Then, she made an unexpected move. She took my hands and slid them up her skirts; on her thighs. I could feel the hot, wet soft and white thighs. Then, I with my shoulder rubbed her boobs. I could even feel the nipples. She was all but red and begging me to do something more by gazing into my eyes. Then I put her hand on my cock; chains of my pants still closed. Then, she rubbed it and in a matter of. (I should mention at this point that the remainder of this chapter is going to appear a bit disjointed. The warning I gave you about tense at the beginning of this narrative is slowly coming to the fore. For now, when I say that ‘Jane’ did or said something, it’s important to stress that it was MY body that did the acting, MY voice that did the speaking. The fact that ‘I’ had no control over those actions or words was, without a doubt, the most confounding and frustrating thing that I have ever.