| As arranged, you are waiting for me in the adult bookstore wearing a too-tight thin white tank top, four-inch red pumps, and a black mini skirt with no panties underneath. The lesbian desk clerk can’t help but notice your nipples as they strain against the fabric, brought to attention by the cold air conditioning and your anticipation of how they will be treated tonight. She sniffs, and detects just the faintest whiff of your cunt juices as they begin to secrete, your eager little pussy anxious for rough treatment. She smiles at you, and your pretty little blush tells her you are embarrassed at what she is obviously thinking. As I walk in and spot you, your eyes widen in recognition, my description and pictures making me easy to identify. I walk up to you and take your hand, the pressure indicating that I want you to pirouette for me. As you spin, my eyes take in the fact that you have dressed exactly as ordered. What my eyes cannot detect is if there are any panties covering y...
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