He moved closer, pretending he was looking at other outfits for his wife, he was sliding stuff along the rails, but he was staring at Maria the whole ...ime.I watched as she removed the bra, stockings and suspenders. When the panties came off she stood there completely naked looking in the mirror.The guy was only standing a few feet from her and she knew he was looking.Maria bent over to pick her clothes up and her ass pushed the curtain open even more. She just ignored him, but when she came out. "I guess I really was a whore." A gift is just that, Malinda," he soothed her. "Just because a man gave you something hoping it might ... ah, make you more inclined to spend time with him, it's still just a gift." Well, there were times I might have inferred that this little trinket or that one might make me more amenable to his advances," she responded with a crooked grin."A gray area," he admitted, "but not one you should worry about now. Take them and if you don't want them you can sell them. He started massaging her breast from the outer skin where they meet her chest and started moving inward. He reached her areole on the first one and slowly started rubbing his big fingers around it. As he did this, her nipple started to harden even though he had not touched it yet. He did not touch that nipple yet and he moved to the other side doing the same thing. He brought both of her nipples to full attention. After they were standing up, he slowly dripped some oil on them and started. It was a proper old tent, canvas painted a dull purple colour, almost black, a neatly hand painted sign stood on an easel outside, proclaiming ‘Fortunes Told, Truths Revealed’ and I smiled because I knew it was a trick. I knew about cold reading and the vagaries of horoscopes, how it would only work if the subject wanted it to work, wanted to believe. I was determined not to give him that, but I also wanted to know who he’d been talking to, who’d been sneaking around my room and talking to.