So where have you been? And whats in the bag? he said looking at the bag on the floor. I visited a small shop on the other side of town tucked away do...n a side road She said standing up and stepping to the bag. I got some things I thought me and Meg could enjoy when youre away she said. She bent over without bending her knees so that her short black skirt retreated up her arse to show her wet white silk thong as she opened the bag. He was very curious now as to what was in her new bag although. The boy had simply walked up to him and asked him to spar. The sheer audacity, arrogance and stupidity was staggering. This punk, this black punk was challenging him as if it was as natural as saying hello. As if the best way to get to know someone was to spar them. He’d considered for a moment saying now, just walking away but he couldn’t. There was no way he was going to give some goddamned nigger think even for a second that he was better. It was unfuriating that this mongrel dog could even. It was a dream come true. But I decided to wait. Using the power on her needs to be perfect, the situation needs to be right. I couldn't rush this and cause unnecessary trouble. Instead I left the house in search of a test subject. And I knew just where to find her.Fast forward an hour's worth of train journey and a short walk to my favourite book store and there she was. Standing behind the counter in a tight grey tank top and a loose fitting floral skirt that barely brushed past her knees,. Into my closet to find the perfect outfit, shoes to match the whole package. I found a nice sexy, but not to sexy dress that went to just above my ankles, the chest area was low cut, and the back was even a slightly lower cut, but not to revealing as it hugged my fit body in all the right areas. It had a great floral design on it, but not old grandma design, something real modern and sexy. What I really liked about this dress was on the left side of it, there was a slit in it from my upper.