Chapter 7

The boy handed me the purple top from outside the curtain. His face was still red with excitement, but he was not as shy as a Mac. His eyes began to tease me and took the clothes from his hands with a teasing look.

I know that not every man has the restraint of self-cultivation like the Mac. Most men are actually retrained but are still something that may be dirty because of lust. However, many times, this filth is mixed with a little pervert. When given a safe environment, it can become the source of stimulation for me. In the past year, this has almost become the only source of stimulation and pleasure for me to break away from the mediocre sex in the past and get rid of the past.

I enjoyed the teasing of his eyes, but I still took the clothes seriously, then put them on my body gracefully, but my heart was jumping. Compared to the stimulation given to me by the touch of the mac when he pulled the zipper just now, I now have more freedom and comfort, as if I was just an mdel on the cat-shaped stage stretching out my beauty, but I imagined myself as a dancer on the steel pipe bar, endured the longing eyes of men in the audience, and then peeled off my clothes little by little

Mac stood behind the clerk and had completely recovered from peace, but I really didn't like his too calm expression, as if it was a machine that had been domesticated

The milky white chest lining inside the purple jacket is water-slipping silk fabric, rubbing my breasts coldly, making me itchy. I pinched the innermost of the three sets of buckles on it and gently buckled it. The plastic clip made a crisp clicking sound, because this is the tightest set of buckles, so the chest lining tightly drags the lower edge of the breasts, making people feel down-to-earth and safe and comfortable.

Can these three sets of snaps really create different effects like you said, and put them under different occasions? I turned around and looked up at my mac with satisfaction

certainly

Mac's tone was always so gentle and peaceful. As he said, he raised his hand and pulled an inconspicuous band hanging from the ceiling on the edge of the curtain. With his movements, the curtain above my chest had just been covering me, and the curtain above my thigh suddenly slid down.

I was startled by this action, but before my heart could be beaten up, my hand paused, and the top of the sliding curtain had already stopped at my waist, intentionally or unintentionally revealing a smooth and delicate part of my waist, and the naked part below was blocked by the curtain again until my ankles. The excess scarlet curtain piled on the carpet under my feet, burying my toes, and I was like standing in a rose that seemed to be unopened.

In line with the mac's movement, the clerk had already pushed a mirror in front of me. My face was flushed in the mirror, and my hands subconsciously hid it in my chest. To be honest, although I might not mind the possible exposure, the unexpected details of the curtain suddenly slipped down can make the originally ordinary things look thrilling and exciting. Before, I had no chance to see my expression in this kind of game so carefully and clearly. I didn't expect that I felt that I had experienced a lot of stimulating experience, and my conditioned reflexes were so awkward and embarrassed at this time!

The button on my only coat in the mirror was not buttoned, so the purple coat was just hung on the shoulders. The translucent breasts looked like the angel's wings surrounded from behind the waist, and then in a herringbone shape, it was covered with a tightest set of buckles, so the breasts stood upwards and outwards due to the effect of the silk on the lower edge.

Because of my tightness, when I twisted my body slightly in front of the mirror, the soft and smooth silk chest liner rubbed against the nipples. I wondered if it was my own illusion, as if I could faintly see my nipples slowly erect due to stimulation, and the nipples gradually protruded under the chest liner. I looked at the mac and the clerk sideways, wondering if they also discovered this secret. I think for men, is it more exciting to see the secret of women gradually more slowly than the naked body you can see at first glance

Mac still seems to be lukewarm, with his unique smile on his face, and the young clerk stood there with unconcealed excitement. I think, although they have the opportunity to try on fitting for women every day, a bold and beautiful woman like me may not be able to meet every day.

You can button the coat and feel it. Mac seems to feel the strangeness in the eyes of his colleague. He moved forward and wanted to button the coat for me.

Mac, can you please help me turn the mirror over there slightly? I interrupted his movements. I don’t know why, but I don’t like his fake doors and fake appearance at work.

Hey, why is this buttonhole so tight? While the mac has just turned around, I glanced at the clerk standing beside me and muttered

Me, I'll help you

The little boy seemed to have no reaction at once, but he quickly came over and buttoned me up. I felt his hand rubbing against my abdomen, and he looked slightly trembling. He lowered his head. I don't know if he was secretly watching over the curtain under my waist, but I could see the helpless expression of the Mac standing next to the mirror. This really made me happy.

The buttoned jacket made me look dignified in the mirror. If I hadn't thought of my naked lower body, I would have felt like I had returned to the ffice at once. I bent down slightly, and a deep cleavage was revealed from the open V-shaped bra collar in the mirror, but the lower part of my breast was tightly hlded by the bra, and there was no doubt that I could expose it outside of my charm.

Sister Jenney, I wonder if it was because I saw my formal look, the mac changed from calling me Sister Jenney from the name of me. Can you try the other two sizes of the snap, or try the skirt first?

I lowered my head to unbutton my coat and ignored the mac. This young and mature man, no wonder your girlfriend hasn't allowed you to get close to you yet

The clerk who had been standing next to me saw me fiddling with the slightly tight buttonhole again, so he rushed over to help. In fact, the size of the buttonhole is fine, but I really like to tease him and rub against me, and let the mac stare in front of me. Humph, the price of hypocrites requires a lot of effort.

It seems that all the buttons of your clothes are tight

After untied the hole of the coat, I complained that the bra that was pressed against my chest was too tight. The clerk stood next to me hesitantly and didn't know what to do. I thought he might be wondering if I would make me disgusted with such close contact. This kind of flying blessing may not be able to bear it. Once a customer complains, his job may be difficult to protect. It is not easy to think about the job of a Mac. It is really not easy to train his people to master the degree of being close to customers.

Help Jenney do it

Mac looked at me with a smile and said to the little boy, "For some reason, now when Mac looks at me with such eyes, I feel a little angry, as if he is a person who knows his secret but is not very interested in himself."

I gently pinched a little above the buckle with my fingers so that the bra would not spread. The little boy lowered his head and used his hands to help me untangle the buckles that were tangled together.

The boy's hands were very different from the slender and white hands that I remembered fresh in my memory. This was the kind of thick and big one. His fingers were thick and strong, and he clumsyly put on my chest. The pair of small snaps were only half a centimeter in size. Not to mention unbuttoning, it would not be easy to even let him pinch the pair of small plastic buckles.

The boy tried to be careful not to touch my body very hard, but his huge dark red back of his hands was still pressing heavily on the inside of my breasts. As he moved, I felt my breasts sometimes swelling and pressing to both sides with his movements, and sometimes relaxing back.

His rough fingers rubbed against my silk bra, making a slight sizzling sound. Suddenly, a pair of rough hands rubbing me, I wonder what it would feel like, would my delicate skin be as scrambled by him like this silk bra, especially if such a pair of hands rubbed against my lower body, or simply put their fingers into my body...

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but blush in the mirror again, but the Mac next to the mirror still smiled like that

The small buckle was finally unbuttoned, and sweat beads were oozing from the boy's forehead. My fingers were still pinching the chest lining that had been opened to prevent it from spreading. I looked at the clumsy boy in front of me with a smile, and then used my fingers to find the second buckle.

The boy was tying his hands and wondering if I still needed his help. I think he was the kind of man who wanted to eat but was afraid of being hot. I was afraid that even if I exposed my body completely in front of him, he would not dare to touch me a finger. This is the difference between mac and him. It also requires courage. The courage of mac is the kind that needs encouragement, and this boy has no courage at all.

The second gear clamp is not very attractive to me. I think for my personality, it is enough to have the tightest gear that just now is enough to deal with serious occasions. The rest of me just want to know whether the loosest gear clamp can allow me to enjoy the half-hidden and half-discovery fun

Thinking of this, I just pinched the second gear buckle with my hand and shook it towards the mirror, then slid over and buckled it in the loosest position of the third gear.

When I fastened it, I realized that the chest lining at this time was just a laying between a coat and a body. If there was no restraint of the coat, the chest lining would at best become a shawl on the chest. When the body was twisted, you could completely control the spring light that others could see. The amount of exposure between the hidden and visible is completely under your own control.

Miss, can you try the skirt? At this time, the clerk who was still sweating on his forehead reached out and handed over the suit skirt that was so vast inside.

I took it to him with a smile, leaned my waist back on the high stool, and slowly stretched one foot into the skirt. The skirt was a slightly tight style. Before my waist was pulled to my thigh, I felt tight. I quickly stuck my other leg in, and my upper body was hunched forward involuntarily. When I lowered my head, I saw my plump breasts undulating in the wide collar. Although I didn't look up, I knew that the two men in front of me must be staring at my collar.

As I thought about it, I couldn't help but look up. Sure enough, what I saw was the mac's aura-filled eyes beating with the flames of desire again. Seeing me looking at him, I quickly subconsciously moved my eyes away. I really don't know why he was so hypocritical. It's not that he had seen it, nor that I hadn't seen it. Why did he become so hypocritical at work?

But even though I thought about it this way, I still felt happy and exciting when I saw his desire eyes falling on my body again

Just when I was happy, my left foot that had just reached into was tied to the complex structure of the petticoat. Because the design of the skirt exposed but not exposed, the structure of the petticoat was relatively complicated. My body leaned forward because the skirt was too tight, and it had left the high stool that was leaning against the back waist. Both hands were holding the skirt waist at the same time and could not support it. I lost my balance as one foot landed on the ground, and my body fell forward involuntarily.

careful!

The boy standing on my right side screamed, and his left hand wrapped around my waist from behind. At this time, one of my feet had already passed through the skirt and stood on the carpet. The waist of the skirt on this side had just been lifted to the upper end of the thigh, while the waist of the skirt on the other side could not be stretched in because the feet were blocked by the petticoat inside the skirt, so it was just lifted near the bent knee. My man pierced his head forward, and the curtain that was originally blocked around was pulled to the ground by me. The young man's right hand hurriedly picked me up from in front of me. I didn't know if it was intentional, but it was pressed on my left chest.

Because my feet were put in my skirt, I couldn't move, so I could only lean forward straight on the clerk's right arm. I accidentally raised my head. In the busy and busy mirror, I saw an embarrassing scene I had never seen before: my body was arched forward, the skirt was lifted on my thigh, and my butt was exposed. The young man's huge right palm just supported my left breast.

At first, I just held me like this, but after a second, because I still couldn't move, I obviously felt that his hand was no longer so honest. The hand holding my chest seemed to have become a tight movement, grabbing my breasts, and the left hand behind which was originally holding my waist was freed up because my center of gravity had shifted to his right hand in front of my chest, and slid onto my butt. My skin really felt the friction of his rough fingers on his body like a file.

Because the mac was standing in front of me, I was arching, so he could not see the clerk rubbing behind my butt, nor could he see his grasping on my breasts under me. All of this obviously encouraged the movements of the boy who had been teased by me for a long time. I felt that his powerful hand behind me seemed to have slid towards my anus little by little

Mac obviously didn't expect this sudden change, so he was just stunned. At this moment, it seemed to be still. The only thing that moved was the boy's rough big hand moving little by little on my body

Although I like sexual stimulation, I never want such a thing. Put myself in such a posture in the hands of a stranger and then show my embarrassment in dozens of mirrors

I began to regret it, just like the feeling after trying adventure games many times. I felt that maybe I was too much, maybe I should restrain myself in the future. In fact, such regrets will always pass quickly. I always start new adventures again and again, and then experience new excitement.

In awkwardness, I raised my head and looked at the mac in front of me. I knew I was asking for help from this smart fool again. At this time, the mac finally came to his senses, snatched me and carried me over, and then pulled up the curtains scattered on the ground to wrap my body.

Okay, you go out first!

There seemed to be a light flashing in mac's eyes that I couldn't understand. He waved his hand to let the clerk who was addicted to it. In this case, he was left alone, which obviously violated his professional ethics of worshipping gods. But since he did this, it brought a little bit of a woman's secret joy to me: This man still cares about me

And this joy also slightly concealed my panic just now

This mac is still a bit manly conscious. Not only do you know how to work, but you are thinking about it. Just as the clerk left the room, mac did something that I really didn't expect: he let go of the curtain wrapped in my hand, then picked me up half-naked, and then took off my half-wearing skirt, leaving my lower body completely exposed to him.

I was at a loss for a moment, standing in the middle of the room with my lower body naked. I don’t know why this honest child suddenly treated me like this. At this time, the mac seemed to have returned to its previous calm, but this time, he calmly untied the hole of the only jacket on my upper body.

All the mirrors in the room showed me standing in front of the mac. My little coat was just hung on my shoulders again, and the short style made my naked legs look longer

Mac gently fiddled with his dexterous fingers. The clasp of the chest liner that was the only one between my body and him opened. The thin silk chest liner was like a fallen autumn leaf slid from my chest to both sides. The towering breasts were exposed to Mac's eyes in close proximity. I felt his hot sunshine, but my skin was tightening little by little. I didn't dare to look at him again. When I lowered my head, I saw a layer of slight goose bumps floating on my fair breasts. I knew I was starting to be nervous.

Mac approached me little by little with his body, and hesitated to stumble on my waist, and his lower body was also tightly attached to my lower abdomen. I once again felt the swelling of his thing, pressing against my body rudely

My heart was beating. I had never been so naked for a man other than PC to watch so close. What's more, his hand was already on my naked waist. In such an environment, I felt that I was almost standing on the verge of collapse. My heart was itchy and my waist became sore and weak. The desire to indulge in my heart was like the water filled with water after a heavy rain in the middle of summer night. Even if I add one more drop, I would rush out of the mud bank, and I was slutty on the mossy ground that I had already prepared to cater to.

Mac's lips are so close to me, his breathing is mixed with body odor, this is the type I like, but male is still suspicious of filth. His lips are red and fleshy, thick and shiny, and the light of youth, my cheeks almost touched the temperature of his lips and teeth. I know that such a man's kiss must be that kind of warm and soft feeling

All these uncontrollable thoughts made my heart beat wildly, and my legs almost lost the power to stand. At this time, mac's hand began to slide down along my waist, and stopped backwards on my upturned buttocks. His hands were soft and warm, and my buttocks were as comfortable as a piece of warm brocade. They were mixed with a little sweetness, completely different from the roughness of the boy just now.

One of the mac's hands began to slide down my buttocks. He was not the kind of veteran in love. I felt his palms start to tremble slightly. I saw a crazy light flashing in his eyes in a busy look. The amplitude of his hand became larger, but he just grabbed my butt with force.

My lower abdomen felt the pressure of the hard stuff under his pants. In the midst of the chaotic, his fingers actually pressed on my anus from behind. I was shocked. Although I had played several tricks with PC, we had never tried the back door game. I always felt that this would be painful and uncomfortable.

Mac's fingers stimulated me, and the anal dilated muscle contracted suddenly, tightly grasping the half knuckle that Mac penetrated into. Mac was obviously startled and suddenly pulled his finger out. While he pulled out, the muscles in my anus were contracting inward. This opposite action stimulated my nerves and made me feel a severe pain in my anus.

The pain brought me back to my senses from the erotic fanaticism. With the sudden pain, I pushed my mac away. How could I do this? As the desire cooled down, I began to feel a little regretful in my heart. Just play. How could I let a man touch me like this? How could I be worthy of the PC.

PC is already very open. I have so many tricks to play with him. He can also play this kind of unexposed game with me. Why am I still not satisfied with this? Am I just a bitch who is ungrateful and can never be filled with it?

Mac stood in front of me, obviously my rejection made him helpless. I think, such a shy boy, he must have done his actions just now after a long time of hard work. Now I am afraid his embarrassment is far better than mine.

Sure enough, his face turned red, his eyes were not sure where to put them, and his lower body was still erect and stretched his pants out of shape. His hands were slightly trembling, and his suit was also in a mess. His tie was loosened halfway, hanging crookedly around his sweat-seeming neck, and his end was placed outside the suit.

Mac's embarrassment made me feel much better. I smiled calmly like him. What's wrong, brother Mac, I want to bully me!

No, no, srry Jenny! His voice was trembling, and I wondered to myself if he had never touched a woman

Clothes, stupid!

Seeing me standing in the mirror around me like this, I couldn't help feeling hot again

Mac quickly leaned down and picked up the coat under my feet. I took it and put it on my shoulders. At this moment, Mac still didn't dare to look at me. While I was raising my hand to put on my clothes, I quickly lowered my head and picked up the skirt.

When I bent down, I put my clothes on my body and looked at myself in the mirror. I was tall and graceful in the mirror, with fair and slender legs evenly symmetrical and charming. Things didn't seem as awkward as I thought I was. In fact, it seemed that as long as I didn't let outsiders touch me, I would feel much more comfortable.

I sat on the sofa next to me, put my legs together and leaned my smooth knees together, which reminded me of the exposed game I played when I first met the Mac in the car yesterday.

Mac handed over the skirt, and his head was still sweating. My hands were holding the unbuttoned collar and did not pick up the skirt in Mac's hand, so that the top would not be wide open. Of course, I wouldn't care about Mac seeing my body, but it was not a graceful action like a man who was so open that his chest was exposed.

Mac is even more at a loss, but I've calmed down

I found that as long as the game I played with PC and I would not feel too much, it would be like he gave me a franchise. Only this kind of game he had franchise will I really be happy to play, and it seems that it has become a tacit understanding between me and PC without surpassing the sexual experience we have experienced together.

Looking at the still busy Mac in front of me, I seemed to have regained a sense of condescending superiority, which gave me a little leisure to play with my desire.

Help, little brother, I lifted one of my calves a little, twenty centimeters away from the ground, but my thighs were still tightly together, one hand pulling the collar of the coat, and the other hand, intentionally or unintentionally placed between my legs. Mac understood what I meant, quickly squatted down and half-kneeled on the ground, gently took off my leather shoes, and slowly put the skirt on my slightly raised calves, but obviously he had not come back to his senses and still didn't dare to look up at me

Come on, go up, even I could hear the teasing meaning in my voice. Where did I run away just now, I knew I bullied me, but I couldn’t help putting on my clothes!

As I said that, I raised my hand that was blocking between my legs and gently hit Mac's head. Mac finally raised her head, and the muscles on her face relaxed a little. Seeing that I really didn't mean to blame him, I lifted her skirt up along my calf.

Mac's delicate fingers rubbed against my legs again, making people feel so comfortable. When he lifted his skirt to the point where he was almost at my knee, I gently lifted my thighs up. When I lifted my legs, my thighs were slightly separated. I felt wet between my legs. When I spread my legs apart, the root of my thighs felt cold.

Mac gently lifted the skirt over the knee of my leg. I lifted the other leg and put my toes into the hem of the skirt. My thighs were completely separated. When I stretched my legs into the skirt, I felt the honey that flowed out of my vagina after the stimulation of the past half day, flowing along the root of my thigh into the buttocks as I moved along the root of my thighs into the buttocks.

I stared at the mac boldly and didn't rush to stretch my legs down. The mac thought my feet were blocked by a complicated petticoat again, so I quickly bent down and gently pulled my skirt. I felt that the tip of his nose seemed to be shaking between my legs. Because of the continuous stimulation, too much honey was secreted. Even I could smell the smell of love juice. I felt extremely excited. The first time I was so close that I exposed my lower body in front of a man, and I felt very safe inside.

I remembered the way PC splashed semen on the ends of the girl's hair in the guest room in the morning, which made me find an excuse for my current behavior. When PC knows such a game, it should also be exciting. Thinking of this, looking at the Mac that was almost under my crotch, I couldn't help but feel a soreness in my waist. Something seemed to be hot in my vagina. I don't know if the Mac could see it.

Finally, my legs were put in my skirt. I put one hand on my shoulders on my Mac and stood up. Then I signaled to mac to lift the skirt to my waist. It felt amazing without wearing underwear under the special petticoat with an open bottom. When mac pulled the invisible zipper on the back, the whole skirt was properly attached to my waist and hips, and it felt like someone was gently hugging you.

I put on my shoes and walked to the front of the mirror. I was very satisfied with the figure that was more prominent because of the zipper skirt. One of my hands was still pinching the front of the jacket, thinking about which button on the chest lined up would be more suitable for my figure.

Mac, which set of snaps should I use?

Just be happy, sister Jenney, my mac has just been a little better now, and there is no tremor in my tone

Then you can help me deduct it, you can choose any one!

You won't blame me,

Just don't touch me. As I said that, I turned to him, loosened my hand that was holding my clothes, loosened my coat, and my breasts were once again exposed to Mac's eyes.

Looking at my chest, Mac's breathing seemed a little cramped again, and his hands were open and I didn't know where to put them.

Big manager, why can't you even button it! I teased him

Me, I, nothing, he stammered and brought his hands over.

mac,

Hum? Mac answered, and his hand reached into the chest liner to find out how many card buckles

Do you like to look at my body? His hand carefully touched the side of my breasts, but it still made me feel rippled. I like this kind of unaggressive, intentional or unintentional touch

Yes, his voice is subtle but certainly

You know I like to let you see it, do you?

I know, sister jenney, I know, and I like to watch it too

Then do you still want to see it in the future? And it makes you and me feel comfortable? I don’t know why I chatted with him like this. His hands are still fumbled in my chest lining, and my chest is undulating.

Think about it, but there is no such blessing, sister jenney

Can you promise me something? I wondered how much chance I would have to meet with Mac in the future, but I still asked him this way

What, say it, I agree! He answered me with certainty

I want you to never touch me like you did just now. I looked up at him, but you can look at me and see whatever you want, okay?

I imagined some possible occasions, visual games that I could play with him, and maybe PC could participate, but, how many opportunities would I see him in the future? I don’t like to deliberately create such dates, which would be less exciting and would go against my original intention of PC and PC.

OK, OK, the mac's voice was relieved. I didn't think he would say this. As he said that, he finally fastened the snap for me, and he was the loosest one