Please.” She was biting her lip and practically begging. After a pause, “Alright bitch, you better feel embarrassed” She brightened up and said ...��Deal.”There was only one place that would do for ‘real’ shoe shopping, and really being seen looking like a total slut by a lot of people; the absolutely enormous, multi-level gigantic indoor mall in the city. Carmen black slave wriggled along in her high heels. Her red lycra short pulled well up into her bottom and pussy which was very visible through. This dancer was not a big woman, maybe 5'4", but she had healthy curves, she probably weighed 125 to 130 pounds. And her curves were all in the right places. She probably had breast implants, but they were not that big, perfect for her body shape, and simply looked perfect. She wasn't just out of his league, she was out of everyone's league.They spoke a few times here and there, and surprisingly, she gave him her number at the end of the night along with her real name Jennifer. He didn't expect. Well there were three women ready to be screwed if he was that hard up, Jack thought. They were the old gang of our… um only three had called him. He tried to recall the name of the fourth, a gangly brunette with no tits. But the name didn’t come to him. His mom called, ‘Phone Jack. It’s Eva Garcia’s daughter Addison.’ Who the hell was Addison Garcia? His mom said, handing him the phone, ‘Now you’ll had all of the gang of four call you. I best feed you steak and carrots tonight.’ Huh? God what. ” Footsteps retreating. “That was close…”, you giggle, and then “My turn in the chair… and lose those clothes” I stand and strip, placing my clothes on the floor away from the door… You’re in the chair now, legs apart, one finger in your mouth, eyes hooded, sultry smile, and with the other hand pulling the sheer material of your panties aside exposing the pink swollen smoothness of your pussy… “You know what I want Mr…” and you spread yourself wider, as I kneel down and place my lips gently.