"Be careful not to slip on the tile," he said aloud, and I thought he was just concerned for my safety, but now I know he was really thinking "Don't k...ock yourself out -- Frau Blucher likes to have you conscious so you feel everything!" Then he offered me a choice of CDs, so I could listen to music during the test. Not much of a choice, but I did spot a favorite Carpenters album, Love Songs, so I chose that.There were more techs inside, and they laid me down on a sliding rail that wasn't wide. She was a serious shopper, she would try on about every item on every store. She tried on shirts, skirts, pants, shoes, shorts, hats, you name it. Everything look good on her. On top of that, she kept having me try on different things also, and buying me anything she tought looked good on me. We went into a sports store, and she got a few tight shorts for me to try on. I walked in to the dressing room, and she walked in right behind me and sat down. I didnt want her to see I wasnt wearing any. I loved knowing that men masturbated looking at pictures of my naked or half-naked body. But other than the pictures, it had all been give and take. Could I really just send someone a story about what I did in my room, alone, to make my body feel so good that I couldn’t hold back an orgasm anymore? “What are you wearing?” he asked, pulling me back to the present moment. I confessed that I was wearing my pink lacy panties and a football jersey. “Take them off,” he told me. After a moment of. .. this... this isn't right," stammered Donna, finding it hard to criticize him. "I... I don't want..."The man turned on her, his eyes predatory. He advanced on her, smiling wickedly."Let's not worry about what you don't want," he chided. "What's important is what you do want, isn't it my dear trollop."At this, he gripped her crotch firmly under her short blue skirt and began to expertly knead her sex."And we all know what it is that you want, don't we now," he said with a low chuckle.Donna.