The mistress of ceremonies appreciated the fact that the girls' choice of costumes was even more psychologically torturous than the more serious appro...ch that she had advised. Pandora grinned in pride. Her girls had learned well.The pair grasped the white linen drape at the corners and, with an apparently practiced flair reminiscent of experienced magician's assistants, unveiled the cart and its contents to the gasp of the gathered audience. Across the stainless steel tray of this cart were. The place was busy, and I finally found a spot at the far end of the site, up against a high wall. I blipped the alarm and walked into the store. The collection point was near the front of the store, a male worker took my details and I showed him the order number on my phone- they even text the details to you so it’s more or less paperless. I smiled to myself at the efficiency of it all. He thanked me, telling me someone would bring the goods out shortly from the packing area at the rear of the. Fucking typical I remarked as it was our final day and we would be heading home tomorrow. Ah well Simon replied. Tell you what mate it would be far better to take down the tent later on, dry it out rather than risking the weather in the morning and stay in their tent for the night . I'll give you a hand to dry it and pack it away Simon said. Jo let out a giggle and exclaimed what a great idea , we can give you a proper final night to remember! The rain had stopped before we got back and the. I had done this smoothly 2 or 3 times with no problems. This afternoon things went a little different. I pulled into theparking lot. I would always feel so excited whenever I went to buy my slutty things. Just the anticipation of wearing the slutty itemswould be enough to invoke drops of pre cum from the tip of my dick. The shop I go to is at the rear of the flea market. I purposely walkin the direction of the women's clothing...I gaze at the tight fitting leggings and ass tight jeans. Just the.