On our way out of the grocery store I purposely slowed down so she would pass me. She passed me, and I watched as her great ass tick-tock its way out ...o the parking.“Got a good look?” She asked.Fuck! I was busted! I didn’t know what to say. I knew that I was fucked. What would she think of me now? I tried to go on casually the rest of the way back to the car. I put the groceries in the back seat and got in the front.The ride back was going to be hell I told myself. I tried to the best of my. Maybe not. As he turned the truck around, I saw the other side of his truck was completely shiny without even a single scratch.Well that is a damn good and creative advertisement.I took my time heading the rest of the way home. I had my phone get my school project details from my laptop. For the last two hours of the drive home I used the voice recognition interface in the car to research what I needed to find to get it done. I told it how I wanted to lay it out before I went through dictating. I checked the area again, empty, then selected samples ofthe latter two types that appeared to be, umm, healthy andproportionate. With everything else in the cart, the new clerk didn'tbat an eye.Let's just say that eight or nine inches is a lot longer than onethinks. I didn't gag but even the thinner one was a mouthful so that Icouldn't help scrapping the tender green flesh with my teeth and I knowhow unpleasant that feels. While I practiced, I cursed myself forfailing to pay attention all. But even the sharpest rock in the fastest river becomes smooth with time, and so it was with me. Fear of rebuke, desire for complements, a Pavlovian response that gradually eroded the rough edges of my former self.In time, I took her uniform, never questioning how fussy it was, how feminine it looked, how utterly impractical it seemed for a menial servant, designed more for visual appeal than hard work.With dwindling resistance, I performed the duties she asked of me, following her willingly.