”She then turned to me and assessed my wealth and standing based on my clothing, haircut, manicure, etc. “However,” she said somewhat stiffly, �...�You may still be in the wrong shop. I am not sure that you are able to afford our product line. We carry only very expensive, ultimate, top-of-the-line apparel.”I held up my wrist and said, “Scan me.”She looked sightly confused, but complied with my command.As soon as her scanner crossed my wrist, I could hear an alarm sound in the store manager’s. ‘I love French Vanilla,’ she smiled back over her coffee cup. All the glitz, and glitter gone, left behind at her make-up table at work. She took on that glow of just showered with a hint of autumn in some far off distant rain forest. Her blue jeans whitening at the knees along with her over sized wool sweater barely hid the wondrously racy curves the creator had granted her. And there wasn’t a hint of self-indulgence in her as is too often normal for many woman of such rare beauty these days.. So help me if you kick me…”Carrie waved a dismissive hand, “I’m not going to kick you," she huffed. She pointed at the wax warming on the burner. “It’s the perfect temp, just put it on the stick and toss it on here! Cover it with the strip for a few seconds and then whapow! Fresh as a daisy.” Derrick looked as if he had just received instructions for the Mars Rover. “That’s all I have to do?” he asked, still not confident.Carrie smiled and nodded her head. “That’s all you have to do.” Derrick. It took all of her energy to not cum. When he stopped, she tried to get back in the position. ?Good girl, Kassie. For being so good I will make you feel even better.? She wasn’t sure what he meant until she felt his engorged manhood enter her wet pussy. Oh my god, it felt so good. He was gliding in and out of her with such rhythm. It was amazing. She wasn’t sure if she could hold her climax in. She didn’t even care that every time he slammed deep inside of her it pushed her from.