” I said. Ben looked surprised. He was aroused, I saw his bulging pants. I didn’t let him answer. I raised my blouse. I wasn’t wearing a bra. He...was all eyes staring at me. “You can touch them, kiss them if you want.” I told him in a whisper. He was motionless for several seconds, then he stretched his hand and touched my boob. I made a step forwards and he grasped my other boob too. I was fondling his penis. I shivered feeling his young and hard prick in my hand. I was overwhelmed by a sudden. We got out and walk into a clothing shop. There, she chooses me a few outfits to try on. While I was walking towards the trial room, I felt a few of the staff members ogling at me. I think these are some of the hidden talents of the girls.Avoiding them, I stepped in the trial room. It was a three sided mirror cubical. Slowly, I undressed myself to try those dresses. After getting undressed, I took a brief moment to examine myself well through those mirrors. I was looking damn sexy in those. My mind shifts from the vibration to the heat of Master's tongue, and I almost lose my battle for control. I will myself to be stronger than Master's stimulation of my body, but the warmth that is growing inside my pussy, and his breath and tongue stroking my ass is suddenly too much for me. My insides somersault, and I silently scream “oh my God, no!”, but an unavoidable orgasm is building from his massive assault on my senses.. I try to concentrate on one thing, the vibrator sliding. “I don’t even need thirty seconds. The answer is no.”“You still have a week to change your mind, Director,” the man says. “If you still feel that way in a week then the girl dies publicly and I will reveal your little hidden organization to the rest of the world. Goodbye.”“Wait!” the director shouts.“He hung up, sir,” the agent tracing the call says.“Son of a bitch,” Roger curses gruffly. “Did you at least get a trace?”“No sir,” the trace agent says. “He had the signal bouncing everywhere, from.