" She added hastily."I know of one where they have private cubicles so you can try things on if you want to. You should think of some sensible clothes... The ones you have on are too big." She looked down at herself and nodded.Tristan led her to the one shop he remembered had the separate changing rooms, with a member of staff by a counter at the end of the cubicles. She could choose what she wanted and try them on without being seen by anyone. First, she chose some jeans and blouses; the pile at. I felt my heart start to beat faster and I called “daddy is that you” but i didn’t get an answer. Out of nowhere I could feel someone right behind me, surprised I said “daddy” and this time I got an answer. I heard a voice say “it’s ok daddy’s here” whilst at the same time he grabbed my cheeks, spread them apart and buried his tongue deep inside my hole. It felt amazing and I begged my daddy for more. He started to loosen his belt and take off his clothes. Then as soon as he pulled his cock out. My tongue was so deep inside her fuck hole.She moaned and squealed as I tasted the inside of her dripping wet cunt.She had her hands on my head shoving me hard against her.I had trouble breathing but was loving it.Then she yelled at me "get your cock out and stroke it for me.Get it rock hard for Mistress Stacey."I did as I was told.My cock was already hard and I stroked as I was told.My eyes were looking straight up her body as she had removed the leather skirt somehow.She twisted her body. My dildo kept me in a nearlyconstant state of arousal, teasing me right to theedge, and then backing off, over and over, until Iwould finally reach orgasm. After a brief chance torest, it started all over again. I was always flushed,and slightly bowlegged. Plus I always had to wear thesame skirt. It was the only one I owned that was long enough not toshow off my new friend whenever I sat down. (How doScotsmen get away with kilts?) And, instead of ablouse, I had to wear a loose sweatshirt to.