My mum then took me to a big supermarket.“They’re bound to have some in here;” she said, “and they’ll be cheaper. We should have come here f...rst.”They did sell dark blue skirts, well stretch tube ones, a bit like my oldest surviving non-school skirt. Mum selected one for me, looked round and couldn’t see the changing rooms so she told me to get my skirt off.“What, out here? There are hundreds of people all around. We’ll get thrown out again.” I said.“Not if you get a move on girl.”I repeated. But when you are the slave girl being bred, it’s not boring at all. I lost count of the guys who came in me and my whole universe became nothing but a giant, floppy, cum-filled cunt, just waiting for the next cock to get rammed up me. I think I had four or five more orgasms, and I peed a little. When it was happening, my whole world was centered on the cocks thrusting inside me. Some of them were small, some long and some were long and really thick, like a big, hot summer sausage. One was so. I told her that you have got a wonderful boobs you should be proud of it. I am just complimenting it. She looked at me directly in the eye gave a sexy smile and said,” no comments I wanted to fuck her but I did not know have the guts even though we were frank that day. In TV there was an English movie and in it kissing, smooches scenes started. She was sitting close to me. We both feel sexually. My cock made a tent on my trousers .I slowly slid my hand in through her t shirt and caught hold of. Then a pair oftannish colored heels, probably about 3-4 inches, nothing spectacularbut femmy none theless. A pair of nude stockings slide up my now hairless legs.....ooooooooooooo.... wow, that was... mmm. A black garter belt I slip onholds them in place. Then the matching black lacy / silky panties thatmach the bra go on. Sliding them slowly up my legs, enjoying everydelicious feeling they send me. They finally reach their destination, ohgod. They...fit...so well. Without a package there to.