They must have taken one of everything in the store to the dressing rooms. And every two or three minutes, one of them would open the dressing room do...r and show me another visual stimulus. I sat there with the Crockpot hiding my erection and it was only barely big enough."Is this bra too low-cut?" Oh! I can't get these panties out of my crotch." This bra feels like I'm wearing nothing at all. Wait. I'm not wearing a bra!" Maybe you'd like a cup of tea while you wait," a soft voice said beside. ”“Er, doesn’t Mrs Fernandez have a spare key for us?” I asked.“Yes, but it’s always good to have another in case she’s not available.”“Oh, OK.” Feigning reluctance. “Can you take it now?”“Er, sure, mum.” I sighed and took the keyring from her.I nipped downstairs and out the front door. I didn’t bother to put my blazer on since I was only going next door. It looked like I would have to let creepy John leer at me again tonight. Part of me was weirdly tingling with anticipation. I tried to. It was obvious that this was to be the pattern for the night.Again there was more shifting around and I still ended up serving six men. This meant there were at least 10 men in the room. I decided that this method of counting would not work so I decided to count the man the number of times a man came in my mouth. I was at four and knew there were many yet to come. Another man followed and did the same thing and like the others ended by shooting his load in my mouth. He was number five. It was. I can see he’d nervous, his face is getting red, and I swear I see that big lump in his crotch throb. “So, he’ll do anything you want?” I didn’t answer, but look at you. You are looking down at your hands in your lap. I nudged you. You go off like a start, your whole body giving a severe twitch and you looked at me. “Will you do anything I want?” The trickle of tears became a light flow but a hint of a smile appears on your face. “Yes, Sir,” you say, “anything…” I look at the guy. He.