I go home at 6 p.m. and he closes at 8. The selling of ladies shoes in a mall (no men’s or children’s) is a very strange experience. About 85 perc...ent of the business is between 1 and 6 p.m. Often I don’t ring up a sale before noon. I had only been there about a week when she first came in. Tall, slender, blond hair cut into a pixy like bob, dark deep blue eyes, long tan legs and a figure to die for. She was wearing a backless sun dress which broke just above the knee. No stockings, and a low. ” I was repulsed at first, but then the realizationthat I was licking the asshole of this incredible girl cameover me, and I did my best to clean out her entire colon.When I was finished, she just looked down at me and said,“I’ll see you in three days. Tuesday, 6:00, don’t belate!” With that, I walked out of the back door and, ofcourse, I was hard again.The next ten weeks were some of the hardest, but also someof the most fun times I’ve ever had. The two. One of the guys said that our evening had pretty much sucked too, what with losing at cards and then watching porn tapes that were so bad that they didn't turn anybody on.Alex giggled, "Is that all you want is to get turned on?"Then to my absolute amazement Alex stood up and proceeded to unzip her jeans and, without a word, let them drop to the floor. Standing in the middle of the floor with her back to us she slowly slid her bikini panties down her long legs and stepped out of them. She. They pulled up chairs and sat on them, crossing theirslender, nylon stocking legs, looks of amusement on their faces. Myracing mind suddenly became aware that it now had control of its bodyagain and a whole load of emotions and feelings flew back into it. Thefeel and tightness of the girdle, the silkiness of the nylons, the agonyof high heeled torment and worst of all the disgusting pungent taste ofsoiled panties in my mouth, held in with tight, crushing silk. Istruggled in the confines of the.