So much for my Christmas Eve.Anyway, I was passing through the lingere department when something inside me snapped. I wasn't going to be sorry for my ...feelings anymore. I was going to give this fucking woman a real gift, a gift from the heart. Something classy and sexy at the same time, something beautiful and precious and wonderful, just like the way I saw her.I spoke to a salesclerk and explained what I was looking for. She smiled at me and asked Dana's size. I had all that information in my. I felt his hands leave my boobs and could feel some movement behind me. The hem of my short dress was brushed away and I felt a draft against the exposed skin of my butt cheeks. His thick fingers were moving behind me, between my spread tighs. Now this nigger bastard had found out I was not wearing a thong…I closed my eyes and spread my legs apart a bit.Then, he was there. His large thumb pressed over my tight asshole. I felt the tip of his thumb engaging my sphincter, but soon he inserted two. The girl who looked about 25 looked up at me and asked if I was English, I assured her I was.I was now sure she was a hooker, or was she. My years in the Police made me suspicious of her demeanour and the way she spoke. I am a retired cop in my early fifties and previously worked undercover catching prostitutes.She asked me if I fancied some fun and set out the cost of full sex at £20. I replied that I was a happy married man, to that she replied that she would not tell my wife.I managed to. Janelle slowly walked over and sat down on my bed.She sat there for what seemed like a few minutes before saying anything.‘Did you really mean what you said?’ she asked.‘What do you mean,’ I asked back?‘You know. About it not being just about getting even.’ she continued.‘Sure,’ I replied. I wasn’t really sure where she was going with all of this.‘Cool.’ she started. ‘I do remember it was pretty good.’Now I felt a bit.