"This is my treat" Fran said, "for making Stephen so happy."Josette settled down to some serious shopping. Each item was displayed to Stephen and Fran...as it was tried on and discarded. Eventually when the 10pm shutting time was fast approaching. Stephen stifled a yawn when Josette had whittled the choices down to two jumpers, a pair of slacks and a matching pink Gortex jacket. She was on the point of discarding one jumper, when Fran grabbed a couple of pairs of tights as well, got out her. His dick was shooting cum all over his stomach. "Oh fuck! Oh yeah! Fuck her," he grunted as his load kept squirting. Then I felt my orgasm start to build. Tracy could feel it, too. "Oh Baby, now it's your turn." She said to me with a sinister smile, "I want to see your cock shoot all over me." Just then I pulled my cock out of her hot hole and it erupted all over Tracy's clit and pussy lips. Tracy was rubbing her clit faster and faster as I jerked my cock, still squirting ropes of cum. "Oh fuck. "Why do you have to leave without a trick?" he shoots back. He's black, slender, wears a polo shirt and unassuming beige slacks. My gaze descends to his package. He follows my eyes. He knows there's no need for concern, his physique will speak for itself. He's winning. He hails a cab. "Where's going," the cab driver asks. "Home," he answers, gives an address somewhere uptown. His right hand is now in my lap, my left hand is in his. My emerging erection provides a sense of direction. The cock pushed very slightly deeper three more times before she felt him starting to withdraw. It felt strange, she was sure he had cum, but because it was so far down her throat she had felt the pressure more than the actual cum.Her throat felt rough and her jaw ached. The gentlest of touches was given to her lead and she moved to his side, kneeling and calming herself. His hand on her head was such a gift of reassurance to her. The other submissive was instructed to pass around the cognac.