The clerk took an inordinately long time to get the proper measurements. He even took the other foot and measured it saying that everybody had one foo... that was smaller than the other. His eyes were rarely on the measuring device though. Subtly, he tried to maneuver her legs to get a better view.However, Janice wasn't going to make it easy for him. She continually pulled her skirt down and shifted to protect her modesty. It was a losing battle.Finally, when the young clerk could delay it no. To be continued.He returns some comments before continuing with the story:More thoughts that have occurred to me on re-reading this:1. In your submissive mode, kneeling on the floor. You would not have greeted Carin, but would have remained silent until I gave you permission to speak. I would punish you for that slip.2. I have not blindfolded you lately. Your comment about it increasing the feeling of submission is one I'll remember. I was aware of that - being naked and blindfolded makes. Her body is flush with a sheen of sweat from cumming. Her hands at her hard nipples, pulling and twisting them until they turn a lush deep red. Orgasms roll into another orgasm without fading as she rides the waves, opening her body completely for unbelievable ecstasy that is surging through her. He body is so taut, her thighs squeezing around me, her hands are nonstop on her hard nipples and on my head, holding me to her clit, begging me silently to never stop what I'm doing. I continue as she. I could feel the heat from her pussy through the denim fabric covering her crotch. “Is this what you felt?”“Yes,” she moaned, as the intensity of her frottage increased. “I’ve been wet all week just thinking about you, Mr. Simpson.”I wasn’t sure where this was going, but then she let go of my hands and unbuttoned her blouse. Taking that as my cue, I reached in and unfastened the clasp at the front of her bra, allowing the sheer material to fall away and her breasts to fall free. I reclaimed.