I didn't want to be in here at the moment. Not because I didn't want tolook around. I so did. I wanted everything they had of my favorite teams.No, I ...didn't want to be in here, cause I feel like I'm cheating on myboyself. This is male Charlie's store. Being in here with heels on myfeet and makeup on my face, just seems wrong. I already feel like Icheated on male Charlie by going to the baseball stadium. Its like thePhillies' church. And you shouldn't disgrace a church. But I did and lookat the. Her sweet smell immediately permeated the cab of my truck. I didn’t mind at all. Her perfume was not overpowering, but it was just enough to do the trick. It went into my nose and straight to my dick. “Good morning!” she said with a smile, “thanks for taking me.” “My pleasure. Tracey, you look great. You’re so damn hot,” I blurted. She turned at looked me in the eye with a slight, knowing smile on her face. “Thanks,” she said softly. I backed out of the driveway and we headed off. I couldn’t. I smacked her ass hard with it, and she leached forward in pain. I commanded her back to her position and told her to stay still and keep quiet. I began repeatedly smacking her ass with the belt, making a sharp sound with each hit. She cried out in pain and wiggled. As I hit her, she put her feet in the air to block my belt, so I began spanking her soles with my belt instead. Her toes curled and soles wrinkled in pain as I hit her feet. I moved back to hitting her ass with the belt a few more. My visitors lessened but some still came by to see me, especially Ernie, who I think had seniority.One day, feeling more adventurous than usual I wore a short skirt suit, thigh-highs and matching heels. I rarely wear panties, and didn't even though the slit in the back of the skirt goes up pretty high, just an inch or two from showing my butt. I knew my stocking tops could be seen from behind as I walked, and when I sat down. I was feeling sexy, and horny to say the least. I got to work.