“Woman,” said Terry.“Well observed!” said Judy sarcastically.“Good looking,” said Gary.“Hey folks!” shouted Jeanette, “She could be ... reporter, or the police.”“Or a suicide bomber!” laughed Terry, “though the bomb isn’t under that dress!”“In her bag?” said Gary, though without conviction.By this time the doorbell rang.“Where’s Victor?” asked Jeanette.“In the can!” said Terry, “We’d better go and sort her out.”They dispersed according to a well rehearsed plan, the two men going round the outside. As they entered the store, Alex saw a young man, maybe eighteen, working the register. The boy barely looked up as Alex walked around, looking for clothing he seemed appropriate, followed by his mother. Alex found several tops for his mother to try, all of which would accentuate her large breasts.Then he found a few skirts, none longer than what she was wearing now. He also collected a few pairs of fishnets stockings for her. "Alright, slut, go in the changing room and try these on. And come. She may be free to do as she pleases for most of the day, but not now, right now she’s my absolute cocksucking slave bitch, my servant! We both want this for some reason, I guess it allows her to let go of the worries of her day, and maybe it fulfills my need for control, regardless it’s hot. Sometimes I leave the balcony door open so passers by our apartment on the first floor might get a glimpse or hear some of the action. I’m certain some of the neighbors have enjoyed a show every now and. It didn’t take long for our love to grow strong, hours on the phone was never too long, the way I felt came like a boom, the first time saying ‘I love you’ in that hotel room, we went on a mission and move away, that look on your face is still clear today, we went from the game of ‘I went to the shop’, to ‘Wanted Records’ our own little shop. At work one night you sent some hot picture texts, so I raced home for ‘lets cum together’ passionate sex, the shop soon opened and closed too, .