Our last stop was in Victoria’s Secret. She picked out three sets of very sexy underwear and told the sales girl that I was her boyfriend and that I...had final approval on all of her undergarments. The woman rolled her eyes and told us to use the last dressing room. She also told us to keep the noise down and that we were to purchase all of the items that we took in with us.I took pictures constantly of her as she removed her blouse and her skirt. She was only wearing her shoes as she posed for. I needed to be closer to them, close enough to smell their maleness, see their muscles move. Well I can't go down dress like this, I giggled at the thought, sure would make their day if I did. I ransacked my draws and found a small pair of shorts. I could just about wiggle them over my hips. I looked at myself in the full-length mirror. Not bad, I like to look at myself, I liked the way my naked boobs stood out proudly, although not big, they were a very nice handful; now for at top. I tried on. I had become more of a toy, than mere "eye candy". It was hard to move on to the next table, but I knew I had to, or things may have gotten out of hand. It was difficult to handle trays of coffee, without spilling any, in this condition.All this, every day, for more than four glorious weeks! And at the close of each day, when all customers had left, I was rewarded, and relieved, with an experienced handjob from June. Each time we went through the same routine. She sat, drawing me naked between. Tho bhabhi boli soch liya maine bhabi se bola ki aap bahut cute ho beautiful bhi ho tho wo boli patane ki koshis kar rahe ho maine ha kar di. Tho wo boli mai pehle hi pati hu tumse or as di fir maine bhabhi se kaha ki agar mai tumhe maang lu tho wo boli hat jhoota or phone kaat diya fir unka dubara phone aaya or din mai milne ko apne ghar pe bulaya hum kaafi frank ho gaye the tho maine theek h kar k phone rakh diya. Agle din unhone mujhe ata bataya ghar ka jo ki mere ghar se 5 km dur tha mai.