Sitting on the edge of my bed, I tug at my scrub top. Thick, practical, cheap, but stifling hot and uncomfortable. My top is too small and my pants to... long and too big. The automated machine that ‘handed’ me my scrubs did not seem to like me. Only caring if they matched in their dark blue color, the heartless machine gave no consideration to how they feel. The top, thankfully, is short sleeved, but even on a thin thing like me feels tight and constricting. As much as I try to tuck it into the. She followed my gaze and saw her nipples standing tall once more. But she was already as red as she could get.She glanced back at the crowd again. From where we're standing we're unable to see the blonde in the fitting room. We can only see the faces of the men and women standing around watching her.Mouse turned back to me, her hand still gripping my hard cock, and she asked, "Are you going to make me do that?"She's excited. And she's terrified. But there isn't any question that if I tell her. She took to trust me and that too for a single day with her. I said earlier we talked a lot whenever we got chance. No, whenever I got the chance. I was always wondering what picture she has portrayed of mine in her mind whenever.We talked I looked straight into her eyes, tried to read her mind but nevertheless she slipped every time from my scrutiny. She was a perfect helpful and nice next to door neighbour and talks became deep but she kept boundaries and I never tried to violate.I wanted to. Only your Daddy can make you cum. Is that fucking clear you dirty whore?” I said menacingly.“Yes Daddy, I’m so sorry. I’ll make it up to you. I promise. Anything you want. So sorry Daddy, please fuck me like you were before.” Sandy pleaded.I push her down onto the floor and rip her sexy black lace bra off and spit on her cleavage. I pushed my dick in between her tits and make sure that it is well lubed. I start to fuck those gorgeous boobies. I could feel the pressure building up in.