I've got to have more of these dos and I need a hostess. Would you be happy?"She nodded, afraid her voice would come out as a squeak. Nick smiled agai... and gave her hands a slight squeeze. He let go of them."Thanks," he said.Sally drove home happily. Nick was less happy. He should not have taken her hands. Apart from it possibly giving her the wrong message it had stirred up his wish to take her in his arms. He must never take advantage of her. He sensed that under the fire that was now dormant. None of the products or brands seemed familiar and I had ainclination to ask someone about some of them. They all seemed to have atleast one outrageous claim like "15-inches of height gain guaranteed" or"ten-fold increase in swimming speed".All of the salespeople in the store seemed pretty busy as it seemed manyother people had also wandered their way into such a new and confusinglooking store. Eventually I settled on a salesman that seemed to avoidthe crowds just enough that he was dealing. I clung onto Master’s arm all night and behaved at my absolute submissive, obedient best. I knew that I had been dressed this way to advertise who I am; what I am. I don’t know if anyone who saw me understood but it made me very proud and very excited to be Master’s Cum Girl.On our journey home I settled back in my seat and dreamed about Master putting His naughty schoolgirl over His knee and spanking her until her arse was red raw, whilst she trembled beneath His hand, orgasm after orgasm,. "Mom?" She tapped lightly on the door.The weeping continued. A thought whisked over the periphery of her awareness: perhaps her mother had seen Derek and perhaps he'd told her of the afternoon fuck session they'd enjoyed.But surely her mother wouldn't be broken up over that. After all, they'd both shared a single man simultaneously. Neither had been particularly broken up about it; quite the contrary -- her mother had seemed all the more turned on for the experience."Mom?" She knocked again, a.