I hope he doesn't think I was gawking at his huge dick. I returned with the jeans and he stood there, only in a shirt, changing room door still halfwa... open. The rooms faced the side of the store, so it wouldn't have been in anyone's line of sight if they entered the store. Still, there wasn't a soul around. His large black cock was still just bobbing out in the open like it was perfectly normal. I handed the jeans to him, also pretending that this was perfectly normal retail protocol, and just. There is a convention in Amazonia that any slave (They are only male) is in public these slaves must not walk about with a stiffee even if provoked perhaps by young lady shoppers . In Private company (that includes Auctions) they MUST be really be stiff when they are being bid for. That was why the auctioneer also had a disciplinary crop and hanging breasts and matching nipples. The slightest lack of concentration providing a decline in the 180 degree angle is met with a quick . Sam moved his hands down to my thighs and pushed them apart. Running two fingers up my slit, he spread my pussy open and slipped them inside. As he finger-fucked me, I laid my head back on his shoulder and moved my ass up and down, meeting each stroke. As I moaned softly, he whispered again “It really turns you on seeing his cock, doesn’t it? Why don’t you crawl over there and get a closer look? I don’t mind.” Pushing up on my shoulders, he egged me on so I raised up on my knees and looked. ‘No Jack. That’s dirty!’ Heather said and started to run away. Jack grabbed Heather and threw her over his shoulder. She kicked and screamed. Jack carried the struggling Heather out of the room. Following his nose Jack soon found the room Christina was in. An amazing sight greeted him. Christina’s sex scent must have gone through the air vents to every part of the building. Moral Alliance operatives were fucking every where. Someone had tipped over the vat of Blue X and the room was a blue sea.