The gown not only opened but with a steady walk actually moved behind her and trailed her, leaving her fully exposed except for her breasts which were... contained in sheer fabric and swayed and jiggled as she walked. Then she saw them in the mirror. The older couple had followed her into the changing area and was intently watching.The older woman said, “I told you Sharon, you need to hire her as a model for the shop. Seeing these items on her and we’d all … Oh, dear, I am sorry. You’re not the. You'll look great,” he remarked, still beckoning for the phone. “It will be my pleasure.”She grinned at him. His smile, not only stretching his lips but curling his blue eyes into cheery crescents, was infectious. Rolling her eyes, she sighed, “Okay, thanks. But I've just got a dinky cellphone camera.”He took her phone. “It's not about the camera. It's the subject. And besides,” he paused and winked at her, “I'm a professional.”That earned a chuckle. The charming hint of some European accent in. But he won't wait forever. I began walking out of the school and towards the restaurant a block away. Yet, I wasn't sure I could go through with this. I had assumed I would be going to her place... a safe place. Yet, this seemed risky, What if someone saw me going into the van or coming out of it? Yet, God I wanted a cock and prayed by sucking one and getting a load I could finally think straight again... my hunger distracting me greatly. I texted back, once outside: Okay, but I'm pretty. I only knew my black cock addiction had kicked in madly, washing me away in its current a helpless prisoner. My hands shook and sweat rolled down my brow as I walked into the parking lot, looking around anxiously. I didn't see him. He must've had a ride waiting on him I thought, and started to walk home slightly put out, still horny as hell.I didn't make it ten feet before a low, rumbling voice sounded off behind me, "Yo white boy."I froze, paralyzed. It took me a moment to turn, but I finally.