The Hands That Lead

A hands on kind of leader…

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Saturday April 26, 2014

Susan had been in the mall when she met him, he was pleasant and charming, but she was in a hurry and didn’t have time for flirting. Until he touched her hand, then the world stopped around her.

“I really like your hair, but you need to work on your wardrobe a bit I think.”

She looked down at her jeans and t-shirt and was horrified that she was wearing them.

“Why don’t you go get something better to wear, I’ll find you in an hour, make sure you don’t disappoint me.”

The first stop was for the pants, her time in the gym gave the tight fabric the perfect shape to form to.

She found the jacket at the same store, the leather matching the pants perfectly.

When she saw the boots in the store window she knew they were perfect.

At each store she simply discarded her old clothes, her bra and panties had been the first to go.

Now she walked the mall, looking for him. She turned her head and stopped in her tracks when she felt a pull to her left. She parted her legs, pushed her ass out and waited as he approached.

Her pussy wet with anticipation, her mind focused on his crotch. Her hand move up to her head to run her fingers through her hair, he had said he liked it, she wanted to make sure he had a good view of it and the rest of her body.

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