I slowly walked over taking in every inch. As I moved ever closer she turned to face me. "Can I help you?" she asked with an air of annoyance. "Oh...s...rry, no." I stammered taken off guard. "It's just the costume is so...so.." "Revealing?" she said. "No...well yes, but it's also very accurate. Not just the costume but you as well, you look like the very personification of an Amazonian princess." She giggled slightly as her cheeks flushed red. Then smiled as she pushed an arrant tussle of hair. Luckily the only folks there who know me were the staff. Gianni the bartender just stared at me and said "Wow!". So with a fresh Cosmo in hand I filled him in on the details. Heck, he knows a lot about me already. So I end up getting propositioned. Gianni advises me to consider a young new friendly boyfriend, with a wink and a smile. "Too bad you're working." I say. His response was that he gets breaks. Well well, I have not had any attention on a week. I'm pondering should I or not? . While my ass was squeezing tightly around his cock deep inside me, he would moan loudly and his cock would jump and throb against my hot ass bringing me to the point where I was about to come. He would slowly slide his cock out till just the head was in me then with his weight he would sink his entire big, black cock deep down in me. He then pulled out and stood on his knees and with his right hand, reached out and pulled me up and told me to bend over on my hands and knees and when I started. Do you have some nice party coming for which you need that dress?”I saw it coming, but I was way too late.“Yes, I must look nice at my mum’s funeral.”That was said in a clear, happy voice of a six-year old girl. Like it was something that could happen every day. I saw how the look on the face of the saleswoman changed from surprised to shocked and without any warning she ran away from us. I got a feeling that this shopping trip wasn’t going to be as easy as I had thought. We got Oona her dress,.