Let me tell you what your shopping day will be like... Abercrombie & FitchWe enter the store, and find a blouse that you like. I want you to try it on... because the colors will complement your hair and your skin. I want to see it on you, but I don't want you to simply try it on and come out to show me. I follow you to the fitting room, and discreetly go into it with you. I am your shopping slave, so I will unbutton what you are wearing and help you try it on. I undo the buttons on the blouse you. "You will choose a safe word. That is my one concession." Was my only reply.She would surely know about safe words from her times with Ellen and the Hollywood S&M dykes."Ellen," Gillian blurted, and then blushed. She had caught the thought I placed in her mind. Last time we met, mention of Ellen's name had led to the worst of her chastisement.I also read a resistance in her choice. She was just angry enough. It pleased me. I hid my reactions."Lash her into the frame, lean it at a forty-five. She thought I was actually sleeping so she could not do more than that and I was not sure whether I should do anything more or not. But to show my willingness I started moving my hand all over her back. Slowly I was reaching up till her bra’s hooks. From sides my other hand was easily reaching till her legs top most point (where her panty ends). She now knew that I wasn’t sleeping so she did the unthinkable.She slowly pulled her skirt which was lying between my face and her pubic area and kept. She was wearing a black lace G string and her black heels.I couldnt believe what I was seeing and happening in our living room.I never knew my mom liked black men.She never really had anything good to say about them as far as dating was concerened.She sat down beside Walt again this time he had hugh smile on his face as he stared at her white silky breasts.Again looking out the corner of my eye I noticed him slip his huge hand on her smooth pale white thigh.Finally and abruptly my mom got up.