I move away and my hand touches Mrs Lovely’s thigh. I freeze when moving, I feel the heat from her buttock; she wears such a thin skirt. I shuffle...slightly and the back of my hand rubs over her soft-firm flesh. I cannot feel panties; she wears a thong maybe or a pair of Directorie knickers! My head projects my 'fantasy female' characteristics onto her.I feel my face glow as I become stressed with desire. I freeze as the lift takes us up one level. I feel like a man who has found a treasure. How many new clothes? And shoes, can I get new shoes?’ ‘As many as you need.’ ‘Can you help me pick them out?’ It wasn’t an odd question. Karen knew I liked shopping with her about as much as I liked watching paint dry, and I always tried to get out of the duty whenever she went to the stores. Unfortunately for me, she wanted me there when she bought things, and was always disappointed when I cut her loose in the mall. I think it turned her on a little when she modeled things for me. I called. No cock size, no age, must be another old troll. But you never know, right? So I emailed him back."What's your age, stats, cock size, pic?"Quick and to the point, I know, but I figured this guy was a troll, so I really wasn't caring too much. A few minutes go buy, and I get a response:"28, black 6'2" 195lbs, 11"inch, no pic" 11? What????????" I said to myself. Ok this guy is a bull shitter, has to be. But he's black, and hey that's not something you can really lie about, right? I love to suck. I have to talk to the other two girls. So you have until I have talked to them to give me your answer. But remember this is just between you and me. Any mention of this discussion to anyone and the deal is off. You might as well tie a mattress to your back right then and there because you will not graduate." Yes, Sir." Sir... I like that. Nice touch, Heather." And I ushered her out of the door and into Mrs. Rayburn's office while I talked to Kim.Once I had Kim in my office I began talking to.