Soon more hands. You know from the rear your cunt lips are fully exposed. Now you feel a hand, then two, then three - caressing you butt cheeks. Soon ...a finger wanders down. You can’t tell if it that of a man or a woman. Now two fingers, maybe three. It doesn’t seem to matter anymore. The fingers are busy. It feels good. Your breath quakes. You want to close your eyes, but know you shouldn’t. Your host comes over and speaks to the owner of the fingers. “Very nice, don’t you think?”“Oh yes,” says. ?Hi, my name is Christine and I am mute, I cannot speak. I would appreciate your help in finding me the following items in your store and letting me try them on?. I was then handed three cards with a list of items written on them. On the top of each one was the name of the store where I would find them.Garbot?sThree pairs of black nylon stockings with matching garter belt and thong underwearSix pairs of pantyhose of various coloursOne corset, small enough to bring my waist in another 2-4. Again I confessed it turned me on and I was curious about it. Mr Peter's had a look of shock and I could see his bulge in his pants getting bigger. It was time to 'set the hook' . I asked Me Peters how much was his bill, he struggled to say... nothing at all, he was glad he could help. I looked at him and said Mr Peters I can't let you go without thanking you. I reached out and rubbed his growing cock. Mr Peters looked at me and said , that was not necessary, and I knelt in front of him still. I was watching his mouth move. He had luscious full lips, always parted in a smile when he wasn’t talking. Our knees were now touching and it felt burning hot. He was running his hand softly over my bare thigh. It made me feel totally warm and secure. I felt myself zoning out a little but didn’t have the stoned feeling I got from weed. I felt really good. And so did his jeans clad thigh. I don’t remember when I put my hand there. I watched my hand moving up and down his thigh, tracing the.