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The sun beat down mercilessly. Summer glanced at her watch. 15–00. The woman was surprised, it turns out, they stayed in the cabin for more than 3 hours.

Todd cautiously opened the car door in front of her. He enjoyed looking at his property. Especially the guy liked the fact that as soon as the woman sat on the passenger seat her skirt flew open so much that a red strip of panties became visible, two pink labia looking out from under them and golden openwork ringlets threaded into the flesh.

- Unzip the sweater. I want your breasts to tan completely. Traces of bikini spoil them. The strip of white skin on your ass looks sexy, but your breasts should be without those nasty white triangles, ”he said, slamming the door.
- Yes master t. - Summer has obediently answered.

When the cabriolet slowly left the alley Todd could not resist and once again looked at the brunette's chest. Marco's work was fascinating. Both nipples defiantly stuck out to the sides decorated with gold studs, which looked organically against the dark rounded spots of the areola.

- Did it hurt when your nipples were pierced? - he asked.

The woman thought for a moment, trying to comprehend the sensations that prevailed in her body.

- Piercing in the ears and perineum does not hurt at all master T. - she said, finally. And the nipples whine a little.
- That was to be expected a whore. Well, I will not torment your nipples the next few days.

He fell silent, distracted by the intersection that now crossed the car. Summer suddenly smiled and relaxed after his words. She had a hope that the rest of the Sabbath would not turn into a painful nightmare for her. She plunged into her own thoughts and did not notice how the car, having passed a couple of blocks, drove up to a small shopping center, where small shops selling clothes and footwear had settled. Summer woke up only when Todd slowed down and turned off the engine. The car was at the side entrance to the center. Right at the entrance was a small shop with a bright sign "Exotic shoes from Dan."

- This is a store of a good friend of our family slut. You have absolutely nothing to wear and here you will buy for yourself a few pairs of suitable shoes.
“Of course Master T,” Summer replied dutifully.

Stepping inside after the boy, the brunette stood for a moment enchanted by the long rows of the most diverse shoes. What is there just was not! She noted that she herself would have acquired something for everyday wear at work.

From somewhere on the side a very young disheveled guy emerged and happily smiled at Todd.

- Hello my friend. Long time no see. Is that the woman you were talking about?
“Dan, this is Summer my slut.” - responded Todd. Say hello to Dan, slut. This guy is the son of a store owner, he graduated from our college last year and you probably don’t remember him.

Summer, without reminder, stepped toward the guy. Gently hugged his neck with one hand and passionately kissed his lips as she did it a few hours ago with Marco. She hoped Todd would like it. When she pulled away from the lips of a completely stunned teenager, he turned to Todd and shook his head.

“Damn it, buddy, how did you manage to get her?”
- It's a long story Dan. I'll tell you another time, now we have little time. We came to you to buy something for her.
- Of course Todd. Come with me, I'll show you the goods.

They passed a long row of shop windows and found themselves in the left corner of the store, in some small poorly lit section. When they got closer, Summer saw that the showcase in this section was filled with leather varnished high-heeled shoes from 10 to 15 centimeters.

- So...What type of shoes are you interested in? - asked Dan, stopping near the extreme showcase.
- Look at her. She looks like the perfect slut, lacking only normal boots, so that the image was completely perfect. I want her to buy several pairs of black and red shoes. Heel is not less than 10 centimeters, with straps around the ankles. - Todd thought and added. Well, a few pairs of shoes are simpler than white on a low heel, without straps, which is not the type of shoes of boats.
- Wow. Solid order. I hope there are suitable sizes in stock. - smiled Dan. What is her foot size?
- I do not know. Why don't you measure it yourself, it will be easier.

The seller offered Summer to sit on a low bench, and he, kneeling, took off her shoes from her feet. While doing this, he could not help noticing the narrow strip of red panties that opened in his almost completely unbuttoned skirt. The guy installed a special device for measuring the foot took Summer by the ankle and lifted it up a little to the side to set his foot on the measuring surface. The woman did not resist, despite the fact that while Dan could perfectly consider her crotch. Todd muffled softly. The seller secured the nylon-covered foot in the clips and took measurements.

“Yeah ... right foot 6 and a half,” he murmured, turning to Todd. But to be sure, I need to measure my left leg.

Having not heard any objections from a friend, he took up measurements without denying himself the pleasure of once more enjoying the look of a woman's convex pubis tightly covered with a thin red cloth of panties.

- Perfectly. Both feet are six and a half, a rarity when the legs are the same size. Give me a couple of minutes. I will go to the warehouse and pick up various options, and then return to you.

While they were waiting for the seller, Todd noticed that Summer had attracted the attention of several male buyers who were in the men's section of the store at that moment. Without thinking, the guy decided to have some fun at the expense of Summer.

“Whore, I want you to go to the men's section and study the shoes that are on display there.” Imagine that you choose a pair of shoes for your beloved husband. When you do this, make sure that other buyers can see your charming ass and the edges of the stockings looking out from under the skirt.
“Yes, Master T,” Summer said barely audibly, looking imploringly at the boy.

Pale, she hastily put on her shoes, got up and walked to the men's section. To her dismay, there were quite a few buyers. Gathering her will into a fist, Summer, stone-faced, walked over to the shelves and leaned over them looking at the various models of shoes. Directly behind her was a number of chairs designed for fitting. In several men sat, and the brunette almost immediately felt that she drew their attention to themselves. Summer leaned even lower, feeling the hem of the denim skirt going up. She was sure that now buyers could perfectly see the edges of her stockings and red garters. Straightening up, she went to the next rack with shoes, as if she forgot to pull up her skirt that had strayed on the hips. Her hem was now flush with the edge of the stockings. Summer carefully studied a number of expensive stylish patent leather shoes she took one pair in her hands and, as if accidentally dropping it on the floor, bent down to pick it up. Unable to restrain herself, she threw a fleeting glance behind her back when she straightened up and saw that several clients were staring at her intently with characteristic smiles on their faces.

She continued to study her shoes, crossing her legs, as if dancing with slightly shaking hips.

- Are you looking for something special or just like to tease the men around you? - Summer heard a quiet voice.

The woman shuddered in surprise, blushed, and looked at the short man who was standing beside her.

“No, I'm looking for shoes for my husband,” the brunette replied, holding back the quiver in her voice with horror, feeling that her cheeks were burning.
“Does your husband allow you to leave the house dressed like a whore?” The man asked.
- How dare you!? - Summer threw up, finally deciding and looking straight into the interlocutor's eyes.

She barely restrained herself not to hit the insolent by ...