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With her face lowered in embarrassment, Emma crawled slowly forward towards the young sales woman. The girl demurely lifted her skirt, showing Emma her bare pussy underneath. Emma nearly backed out, but the gentle pressure of the Other in her mind kept her on track. It wouldn't be so bad, would it? After all, it wasn't like she'd never thought about doing this.

She edged forward and touched her lips tenderly to the girl's wet pussy. "Never mind that," the girl said, and grabbed Emma's head, pushing it hard against her crotch. "Use your tongue, silly," she said.

With her face being pressed and rubbed against a girl's wet pussy for the first time, Emma obeyed and started to lick.

The girl was evidently very turned on by this point, and it took only ten minutes of ministrations to bring her off, while she clenched her fists painfully in Emma's hair.

Finally Emma was allowed to back off. She did her best to wipe her face clean with her hands. "That was nice," the girl sighed as Emma avoided her gaze. "For a start. I'd say that's earned you one of those shoes, but you'll still have to earn the rest of that outfit."