Her face was ridiculously gorgeous, full lips, high cheek bones, blue eyes, and perfect skin. She was the kind of woman that dates movie stars and the... marries a multi-millionaire.I don't know how I had the balls to approach her. Perhaps it was the needy, vulnerable, slightly sad way she looked at herself in the window. I had my camera with me that day, which helped with my self confidence. In the days before digital photography, someone with a professional film camera had credibility. By this. So far, though, nothing had panned out yet duringhis past week of job hunting, which was why Evan decided to put in anapplication at Hidden Desires- a lingerie store that had just opened upa few weeks ago.Evan's motivations were based on more than just making money, or eventhe fact that it was a shop that typically sold sexy undergarments toattractive young women, though. Rather, Evan had his own secret desire-he often fantasized about BEING a woman, and had even done some shoppingof his own at. "I was amazed! She was excited!She reached down and picked something up off the table. "So I am going to give you a choice." She opened her hand and a short length of rope dangled down. "We can either stop . . .” The end of the rope touched my cunt. She started jerking the end over my cotton-covered pussy in a series of light touches, like angel kisses. ". . . or I can restraint your hands so you can't touch me."Her thigh pressed against me, rubbing hard. Then the rope teased my nipple."Do you. The boyo on her left now leaned in closer to breathe in her scent, breathe out his whiskey breath, the man with a drink at his mouth, his nose in the glass, his moustache rubbing against it. This one had red cheeks. The red lipstick of the girl across the table, the one still looking at Jack, her lips puckering, pursing, opening and closing. Where's her drink? She wants her drink now. She raised the glass to her lips, held it there with a limp wrist, her sharp elbow on the edge of the table,.
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