“Why don’t you try it on?”“What here, now?” I asked.“Yeah, why not? No one can see you?”“Apart from you Pete.”“I don’t count, I�...�m only the delivery driver.”“Oh you count Pete, you’re a man.”“And a man that appreciates a beautiful naked girl Sandra. Go on, it would be my tip for unloading the wagon for you, at other branches I wait for the staff to do it.”“But I’m not wearing any underwear Pete.”“I know Sandra, you keep bending over.”“You were looking? You naughty man.”Pete was smiling and I. “Oh God, Xiong!” I whimpered, barely keeping my voice down. “My pussy needs you,” I begged him as I grabbed my breasts while he fucked me with his stick. I felt like his private slut, his personal whore and I loved every second of it. He took the stick out my cunt and placed it to my lips. I licked my juices of it, before sucking the tip of it. “Kneel down!” he ordered. I knelt down on the hard concrete as he pulled his pants down to just above his knees. He put his cock in my mouth and I. She smiled and politely told us that she wouldn't bother us again, and that she would be out front if we needed anything else. I closed the door to the fitting room, my head spinning from the drinks and lust. Linda just stood there for a few seconds, looking at me, a blank stare on her face for a few seconds. I wasn't sure how to respond either, and just then she started to slowly unbutton her blouse. Each button she undid was more tantalizing than the last. She never took her eyes off my face. I couldn’t swallow the grin as I gazed down at her upturned face. Cinching my fingers shut, her eyes opened with a sort of… you wouldn’t gaze. If she thought curbing my mischief would continue once there were no watching eyes, she was wrong. With the beautiful curve of her neck washed in the moonlight, I couldn’t resist a taste. Ducking my head down, I pressed my mouth to her throat. My lips traced kisses along her exposed collarbone and throat. At her jaw line, I paused briefly…only to turn.