Top all that off with my light brown/auburn hair, and I was a babe, if I do say so myself. I eventually got dressed and dried my hair. I had on a skir... – mandatory – and a cute blouse. Once I got there, I knew it wouldnt matter what shirt I wore and the skirt would be gone. But it was all He allowed me to wear out in public, no pants. I hated skirts…but Id do anything to please Him, and get pleased in return. I put on a bit of blush to add colour to my already pink cheeks and a bit of clear. ”“I want you to cum in me, cum inside me, I want to feel it,” and she moved off, lay by his side, accepting him into her arms as he mounted her, kissed him, wrapped her legs around him as if to capture him to prevent his escape. His movements became fast and hard now, his hips a piston, pounding into her wanton body, his gasps of exertion met with her sobs of joy until she was crying out, her orgasm raising her off the bed, his hands gripping her ass as he poured himself into her, spurt after. He left it at that the first time he had noticed her, as he was only mildly curious and had no wish to be in trouble as a stalker.The next time he saw her it was well over a mile away from the supermarket, but the collection of bags she had with her suggested that she was going shopping. He was truly grateful to the government of the day which had introduced a small tax on new plastic shopping bags to encourage just such reuse.Sure enough, half an hour later she came into Best’s supermarket. She knew I was watching her through the weekend after our spree of fetish messages. Little Tuesday wasn’t an idiot and she was learning me in similar ways that I was learning her. I couldn’t play these games with her and not have her learn me. It might have been a strange long distance start and continuation but we had a relationship and there was no denying that. So she was being a playful little thing when she brought another guy home, someone who wasn’t even into fetish. She used him to play.