Latina Business Type

As we were, sitting in a corner watching and listening as the store slowly came to life, my thoughts begin to wander as I daydream of what my life could soon turn out to be. The soft clicking of stilettos breaks me out of my thoughts as they make their way down the aisle, one of her carts wheels squeaking like they always do with her muttering under her breath in annoyance at it. Her shadow passes by, then stops and quickly backtracks, my box roughly getting grabbed and tossed into a cart among her other stuff. All I've seen of her so far is business casual outfit, a blouse containing an ample set of breast and skirt showing off toned legs that would make any man in the past drool for a feel. My boxes comes to a stop, the window facing the ground as I she begins to walk again, the soft powerful clicking of her heels resonating down the aisle. Grocery and hygiene items soon follow, piling onto my box with a carefree manner. I finally get a glance at her face, a thing of beauty covered in makeup even though it looks like she wouldn't need it if didn't want it to still look gorgeous. My ogling is cut short as I'm thrust into a bag and placed back into her cart, wheeling away to what I assume is Land Rover or some exotic car.