"Oh, the camisole and the stockings are going to be so cute and precious!And they will match your pink fingernails!Are you sure you don't want to try ...hem on sweetie'?"No, no thanks'Checking out was even more embarrassing.I'm at the check-out counter with two very pink items, surrounded byyoung girls buying the newest fashions."Hey, I love your selections. Pink! Ya favorite color? Did you try onthe camisole? Do you have a boyfriend? Is he cute'?I quickly left the store with my Charlotte. Her previous encounters with the Committee did nothing to lessen the impact. This was the part of the interview she loathed more than anything else, the thing she'd been dreading all week. Worse still, refusal was out of the question; these impromptu stripteases were obligatory, stipulated in the probationary clauses of her contract.God I hate this, she thought, feeling the blood rush to her cheeks. Blushing all the way to her eyebrows, Verity unclipped the back of her dress and started to. ..I was working on hot summers day in the garden. I was hot and sweaty.. I had no time to shower that morning either and I could feel the smell of my arm pits oozing out. I really smelt. I liked thinking that women secretly liked the smell from men even if most would not admit it. (specially coming from a young stud working all day in the Sun). That day I did not feel like working. I was super horny and after seeing the lady of the house, I could not stop thinking of how much I wanted her.... IT.....HURT...HURT....OH BABY FUCK IT HARD, HURT ME, I'M CUMMMIIINNNNGGGGGG Oh damn, it just don't stop, better and better......oohhhhaaarrgghhIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE and she began pushing and pulling her pussy along his cock, fucking him hard, ramming back onto his gargantuan length of meat as he just held it there. I swear it was as if she was possessed, under the spell of the intense pleasure in her body and unable to comprehend any thought because of the pleasure flooding her mind. A look of.