The department store had been quite conservative so when I left there I headed for an area of town that had the more trendy clothes shops. With all th... excitement of shopping for Christine for the first time I went a little mad and spent far more than I had planned especially at the last shop I visited. It was all chrome and glass very minimalist with staff who looked like they had come from the pages Vogue. It was foolish I had already spent far more than I could afford but I fell in love with. I dried her as carefully and thoroughly as I'd washed her, avoiding putting pressure on her bruises. I didn't bother to get her dressed in the bathroom, but led her to her bedroom and sat her on the bed."I'm going to get some arnica cream and tend to your bruises," I said. "Don't move." When I got back from my room with the cream, she was in exactly the position I left her in. I carefully spread the cream on her back, her stomach, her breasts, and her legs. The freshest bruises were where her. Once totally in me, he began pounding away, his balls were getting wet from slapping my wet pussy. Donald was humping my face and moaning faster. He began to shake a little as I sucked away on his cock like a cheap slut. Nick reached up under me and used one hand to tease my clit, while using his other hand to tease my nipples. I could feel his rough black hands against the soft white skin of my breasts. Donald suddenly let loose a deep growl. He yanked his cock out of my mouth and shot his. It’s a little difficult to remember her exact words… mostly I heard my heart pounding in my ears, she was only the third girl I’d ever asked… ‘That’s very flattering,’ I think she said, ‘but I’m married.’ I managed to keep my sheepish smile as she continued. ‘Keep it up though…. the Boldness, we love it.’ She moved to locate her vacuum, ‘& when I was still in college, I would have said yes.’ ‘Thank you,’ I said laughing, at myself really, temporarily drowning my disappointment with mirth as I.