They were like a pack of hyenas, laughing as they descended onto the plain to feast on designer clothing.A plump woman with lank, blonde hair and a pi...mply face walked up. “Hi. Welcome to Chyc. I'm Becca, and I'm here to take care of any of your shopping needs?”“Do yo think this would look hot on me?” my wife asked, pulling a tight, red dress off the rack and holding it up to her body.“Oh, definitely,” Becca the salesgirl nodded. “With that figure, you'd be hard pressed to find anything in here. So I wasn’t real clear about when my last period had ended. It had been starting a period, in fact, that had gotten us caught. Actually, it had been me being unprepared to have one that had gotten us caught. I knew better than to use that card, but I was out in public at the time and didn’t want to draw attention with bloody jeans, either. I was lucky that PMS didn’t plague my moods. I was unlucky that it also gave me no warning.In any case, there wasn’t anything that could be done about it. As she looked in, one of the black Africans was holding her up while the other African began undressing her. The girl was definitely impaired. Toni couldn't tell if she was high and/or mentally challenged. When they undressed her, they removed their shorts and exposed two long rigid black cocks. They pulled her down on a mattress and one of the Africans mounted her. She then begin to object to his being on top of her but the other African placed his hand over her mouth and held her arms above. As you stand motionless, with your breathing becoming deeper I step back for a moment leaving you...then the blindfold is placed over your eyes and secured, once in place my hands are placed on your hips and move softly upwards over your body, pulling you close to me as my hands begin to hold and caress your breasts. Holding, and gently grabbing, my fingers circling your nipples as they grow harder, all the time our bodies held together so that you feel how hard I am against you. You want to.