“ mmm ya sissy keep jacking me off I love dominating white bitches like you, tell me what you think of my black cock”. “ it’s incredible Tyron... I envy your huge cock and heavy sack I wish I could be as muscular and manly as you”. “but you aren’t sissy you’re the complete opposite your short, scrawny, weak, timid, pale, and to top it all off you got a boy clit. Now give my cock a slow loving kiss or ima beat yo ass you hear me sissy”. My heart skipped a beat when I heard he wanted my lips on his. The small triangle of fabric only just holding me in – the sight before me was not only very arousing but also extremely sensual. The tip of my cock was just visibly above the little white bow – I imagined what Michelle must look like in them. Loosing track of time, I heard a front door closing and realized that Michelle was back – panicking I quickly took them off and got dressed – but what to do, how could I get them back on the line without her noticing? I sat at my desk wondering what to do. He apologised and said that he had to go serve some customers that were lined up at the front counter and that he would return shortly to see how I was getting on.I made my way back to the change room and tried on the new kilt. It certainly looked and felt a lot better quality. After changing I made my way back to the mirror and was checking it out when the owner returned, again apologising and saying how he was the only one working tonight. He introduced himself as George and we got talking. “Liz and I are friends, but not really close in the way I am with you guys. We don’t really talk or anything outside of work. She’s a great person, but we don’t really have a lot in common.”“Oh, ok, so who?” Jess asked, confused. Emma nodded toward me.“Aaron,” Emma said flatly.“Huh?” Jess and I said in unison.“You have both been amazing friends to me and amazingly supportive. And I want both of you to be there for me for my wedding,” Emma said.“Em,” I said, “I am, uh, flattered and all, but you.