I watched as Jim walked over to the window and stood just under it and watched. A couple of times he looked around the yard like he was making sure he...was alone, and I was just enough in the shadows that he didn't see me. We both watched as her "Fuck Du Jour", as I liked to call him, in my chats with Linda, walked over and started kissing her, and feeling those luscious breasts, They just stood next to the bed for what seemed like a very long time before moving to lie down on the bed and. I was too embarrassed to walk up to the checkout and buy some, so had started to go in lingerie shops and walk out with some, without paying. But now, I had been caught red handed. The security guard was lurking behind a pillar. He saw me sliding the handful of black lady’s underwear into my bag. I was virtually frogmarched into the general manager’s office, past rows of sniggering secretaries, with a “here’s-another-one” expression on their faces. She was a very feminine general manager.. We stare lustily into each others eyes, a silent battle for dominance that you desperately want - but are not ready - to submit to. I leave some cash for the bill and rise, taking your hand and leading you out of the bar. I make a point of making sure everyone can see my hand on your arse cheek as we make our way into the lobby and towards the lifts.We enter the lifts alone and the doors close, but I don't press any buttons - instead turning around to face you. I can see the panic in your eyes. In the bathroom I found a washcloth. I folded it in two and started rolling it as tight as possible like I had done with the towel. I figured that if I could slip a condom over it, it would feel like grandpa’s dick. I opened the first wrapper and slipped it over the washcloth. It worked, but it wasn’t quite big enough. I found a hand towel and rolled it up, but the condom would not fit over it. I looked at the wrappers and one said ‘large’. Gave that one a try and it worked! Once folded in two.