She wasn't bad-looking, but I was waiting on one of my regulars, Dave, at the counter. She looked around and after no one welcomed "her majesty" to th... store, cleared her throat and asked, "Can somebody please help me?" Benji, the new kid, came lumbering out from the back to ask me something, took one look at her, and gawked shamelessly. He looked at me and I nodded. He loped up to her, like a puppy. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other and looked him up and down. I continued. When she massaged the inside of my leg she went far in with her hand but just not touching my balls… :-( (I love it when they tickle my balls during massage) Even when I lifted my hips a little to give her access she didn’t touch my balls..Then she massaged my behind. Her hand would go deep in between my butt cheeks...I love it! But again just not touching my ass hole. I love anal play and I would enjoy if she puts her finger up my little hole. But no,..time to do my back and shoulders. She. Seeing that I was not objecting, she furthered her movements by rubbing her foot on my leg. I was alarmed when she did that. When I asked her what she was doing, she simply gave me the most sexy look and spoke in a soft voice, “Nothing, sir, I am just checking whether my color selection is on the right track or not.” By the time she finished saying this, she was already on my side of the table. I pushed my chair back and turned towards her. She lowered her face to my face and touched my. "I like Margaret. She's a sweet girl," I said, feeling safe with the truth."Is what she said about your scar true?"What right did she have to ask me such a personal question? We had just met. She was cute with light brown hair and a dimple in her chin. She struck me as a girl that used her good looks to her advantage. I suspected that she was spoiled but that applied to ninety-five percent of the Speedwell girls. They were all daddies' little girls with their noses in the air. I decided to play.