just got back from a fitting that went… everywhere but the fitting room. 😉 The client was showing me some sketches, standing way too close behind me at the mirror. I could feel the heat off him, smell his cologne. I swear I felt something hard press against my ass when he reached over my shoulder to point at a design. My heart started racing. All I could think about was dropping to my knees right there, unzipping his pants, and seeing if that cock was as thick as it felt against my ass. Wonder how fast I could make him cum down my throat before my sister gets home from work. The temptation to send her a picture of me with a bulge in my cheek is real. 😈