I walked around a bit and scanned some of the shirts on one of the racks. As I browsed through the see through, onto the leather, and then to the half...ay modest, I happened to look up. My idea of a creepy, middle aged, store clerk went right out the window when I saw him. He was sitting so I couldn't exactly see how tall he was. He looked maybe 22. His brown hair was swept out of his eyes, which were cast down to something I couldn't see behind the counter. His blue T-shirt contrasted his tan. I pull it from your pussy and slowly lap you, teasing you for a few seconds that turn into minutes. It is a little bit of torture. My cock is hard through my shorts, but I am enjoying this.Your body is inflamed with desire as I thrust the toy back inside you and turn it to its highest, fastest, setting."Now, you're going to cum," I say as I start fucking you hard and fast with the vibrator. I lean against the bed, next to you, as I hold the toy behind you as it fucks you. I bite your shoulder. She managed to catch him before he tumbled face-first intothe concrete and helped him up just as his rental tuxedo started to loseits color.Talon quickly took a few steps back from Emmi and grabbed at his longhair, taking notice that it looked just like Thea's. Meanwhile, his darkbrown dress shoes had lightened in color as the front where his toes wereopened up revealing much daintier looking feet and toes that had justrecently been pedicured. His heels began to rise a couple of inches asthe. Then, before my senses could completely register this, the man in robe began to chant in a low, baritone voice and, though I couldn't understand what he was saying, it sounded very much like Latin.As they reached the stage area, I recognized one of the naked men as Fred Benson, the Level 8 manager we can just talked to a few hours before. He looked straight ahead, as did the other men, as if the crowd wasn't even there."Enter the ring!" the robed man cried out and, in unison, the naked men.