.. check with the wife.Those guys are my niche market. I can't sell them a motorcycle, that's not my job. I'm conspicuously placed to be a face (and b...dy) of the shop. But not to be anywhere in between the prey (customer) and the stalking predators of our sales staff. I wouldn't be able to answer the questions our wrench-headed salesboys get asked. My unique abilities are applied if and when Mr. I'm Buying This Bike Today reaches for his cell phone, between the sale (predation) and delivery. .Fir maine uski tshirt k andar hath dala or uski cleavage ko chua wo bilkul pagal ho gayi or mere lips pagalo ki tarah chusne lagi….M v apni jiv uske mu m dalke uske jawani ka rash pita raha.Usne achanak mere jeans k bottom kholo zip kholi or lund bahar nikal lia….Or boli wow maine aaaj tak aisa sexy or clean lund ni dekha.Fir usne mere lund pe thuk layaga or usse hilane lagi..M pagal hue ja raha tha tabhi wo niche hui or mere supade ko chatne lagi.Meri halat buri thi maine uski bra k andar se. "I looked at Karen who blushed deeply. I decided that I wouldn't ask but that Karen could tell me when she thought it best. Then, I couldn't resist. "Nicki, I 'love' being her captive." I grinned.Karen said, "A good captive will keep his mouth shut." I nodded, very obviously keeping my mouth closed by sliding my finger across my lips like I was zipping them closed. I could tell Nicki wanted to say more but Karen glared at her.She took my hand and we went back out and headed in the direction of. I had on five inch red stiletto pumps. My black paten vinyl skirt came to my mid thighs and laced up the back from hem to waist line. The skirt fit like a glove. I had chosen a red silk blouse with flared sleeves and a scooped neck line. My makeup was very slutty. Long false eyelashes, green eye shadow, heavy eyeliner, and my favorite candy apple lipstick. Yes I felt like a slut, looked like a whore in hopes that I would soon be treated like both. I turned my 1960 VW off the interstate.