My sexy girl had picked out a little dress which she liked and we headed for the changing room. I did my normal action of standing outside whilst she ...ent in to try the dress on. As I looked round, I noticed it was packed with shoppers. The changing rooms were stuffed with people trying things on. The staff seemed really manic. My girl called me and as she opened the door my jaw dropped. She was standing completely naked with that naughty look in her eye. She almost shouted, "What do you think. To take some time. I'm sick of taking time. Sick of people telling me how to feel. I feel like I'm in a cage, and everyone's standing in the dark so I can't see them, just gasping and whispering to themselves about me. And part of it is paranoia, I mean, I've always been a little paranoid, but it's not paranoia when I'm at the apartment, and I can feel Spencer, or Carly, or Freddie, just looking at me, feel it burning the back of my head.Freddie goes home, and I can sense it's late. I don't. " Below that was the address of a restaurant. My felt my heart skip a beat and I suddenly grew nervous. Realization set in and soon, puzzling and doubtful questions began to fill my head. We met on the internet so what if he wasn't the same as he portrayed to be? What if I was disappointed? What is he was disappointed? I felt my stomach rumble again and it brought me back to reality. I placed the rose in the tall water glass alongside the other. I'd have a bouquet by the end of the week if he. At this point I no longer cared who else had been in the tunnel with us, I had been made to be Richard's little slut and saw no reason to stop being who I had dreamt to be for so very long. As I continued to work on Richard cock I heard pictures being taken by a cell phone. Obviously another commuter had passed through the tunnel, this one though having found the sight more enjoyable than the previous woman. Soon Richard took hold of my head and held me there as he shot load after.