I even had a smile for the sceptical, sturdy Customer Care Champion (AskMe About A Bra Fitting) called Joan who I found in Marks and Spencers.'You don...t know what size you are, duck?' she said, furrowing her browat me.'That's why I've come for a fitting,' I smiled, fighting down amischievous notion to call her duck too.'Well, I know that!' she grumbled. 'But most come here with a startingpoint.''About that big,' I suggested, pushing my chest towards her.She shook her head, like I'd come to her. He wasn’t really even her type. But she was just tired of being lonely. Well, it was back to alone because she had gotten rid of him. ‘Valentine’s is another word for ‘sucker’.’ She spoke aloud. In real time, she was only about four minutes away from home, but in bad road time, it was more like ten. The end was near though, she was in the home stretch. Victoria had recently bought an old house, and it needed some serious work. Her goal in life was to get a lot of house things accomplished. The conversation keeps running in my head and there are a million reasons, why I should stay the fuck away and not climb those stairs to the third floor… and yet that is exactly what I find myself doing. One of the voices tells me that once I reach the floor, I will just look at the closed door and turn back because it’s not like I can just knock on a stranger’s door at this hour. But as I reach the top of the stairs, I find the door of 4/B ajar. Soft music is seeping out.“Hello?” I call out. ” Right away, I nod yes that I understand. You keep your hand against my mouth, as I feel you press your hard cock against my ass. Whimpering and a little bit scared, I relax as much as I can. I’m scared and not exactly sure what you have in mind, but I can already feel my pussy getting wet. You press me harder against the front door, as you reach under my jacket and start to play with my tits, hard enough that I cry out. I can feel your breath hot against my ear as you start to talk again,.