She goes shopping with me

As we drive on the country road towards the next larger city, the cool driving wind blows over my lower abdomen. The exciting tingling in my lap, makes me all too clear that my hairless pussy is completely exposed. In addition, I have to keep my thighs always slightly spread, my pussy must not cover and still the little snack cucumber in me! When Anna drives into a parking garage near the city center, I am already slightly excited. Only when we stand in a parking space and the engine is off, I am allowed to get fully dressed again.

While I'm still putting on my shoes, Anna is already making her way towards the pedestrian zone without taking any notice of me. In order not to lose her, I almost have to run after her. Anna heads unerringly towards a rather small and not very inviting store. In front of the entrance are extremely slim mannequins, covered only with very skimpy clothing. Next to them are still stuffed racks of clothes with the most diverse things that look just as cheap as they do daring.

Together we enter the small store. Behind the cash register stands a very slim young woman who is about in her mid-20s and greets us curtly with a strong Eastern European accent. It's not clear to me yet what we're supposed to be doing here. The clothes here seem much too cheap for Anna, as she certainly only owns branded things. With a smile on her face, Anna rummages through the full racks of clothes and wordlessly pushes one part after the other into my hands.

After a short time I am already well loaded with hangers and Anna explains to me: "You should now try on the things." Confused, I look at her and ask myself why I should try on these clothes. As if Anna could read my mind, she states with amusement, "You didn't think these rags were for me, did you?! This is clearly a store for real sluts, like you and your little girl are. Now off to the changing room with you!" I have to control myself very much not to say anything wrong and instead I go to the only two changing rooms in the store.

In the small room, the first thing I do is take off my top and decide to start with the yellow tummy tube top. The part is made of a very elastic fabric, which stretches over my small breasts like a second skin. Next, I step out of my skirt and am about to put on a rather short denim skirt, when suddenly the opaque curtain in my back is pulled aside. Bent over, I see in the large mirror how Anna looks directly at my ass with a wide grin.

Mockingly she explains: "You don't need your sweet unicorn here!" With a strong jerk she pulls my panties down to my knees. Next Anna orders me, "Get out of those panties and give them to me. I'll take good care of it." I quickly step out of the unicorn panties and hand them to Anna. Since I am now standing there with a naked lower abdomen and only dressed in the skimpy tube top, I long for the curtain to close it again. But Anna stops me and tells me: "The curtain stays open from now on! I finally liked to see how the things look."

While I get into the miniskirt and put it on, I wonder what will happen if the saleswoman or other customers would come to us. Guaranteed Anna would not miss the opportunity and show me so right and put on display.

Hardly is the closure of the skirt to means Anna: "Then turn you times beautifully so that I can see everything properly." As if remote controlled, I follow her instruction and turn around my own axis. After two rotations I stop facing Anna. She grins cheekily at me and states with satisfaction, "The top is just perfect! You only have to pull on it very lightly and you can get to your nipples." To prove it, the bitch pulls down my top in a flash and painfully pinches one of my buds. With surprise and pain, a shrill and loud squeal escapes me.

I beg that the saleswoman has not heard me. But my plea is not heard, because just a few seconds later the young saleswoman comes to us and inquires, "Is everything okay with you?" Astonished, the blonde woman looks directly at my exposed breasts, whereupon Anna calmly explains: "Nothing bad happened. I still warned my friend that for such a top you have to have at least an approach of tits, so that it holds. But she just didn't want to believe me! Instead, she even jumps around to convince me. Then when what had to happen, happened, she squealed like a pig!"

Incredibly condescending, the saleswoman rolls her eyes without even making the slightest effort to go back to the cash register. All I want to do is cover my bare breasts, but Anna's serious look already tells me that this would mean another punishment for me or my daughter. But it gets worse as Anna sternly suggests, "Try the red skirt now." Pleading, I look Anna in her merciless eyes. Immediately I realize that I have ****. To be at least a little bit covered, I turn my back to the two young women and pull down my denim skirt.

In the large mirror in front of me, I can see the big eyes of the seller who are now directed at my completely naked butt. As quickly as possible I pull the red skirt over me, so as not to drag this embarrassing situation unnecessarily into the length! Only now I notice that this is the shortest skirt. The fabric is just long enough to cover my buttocks to some extent. At the latest with a slightly larger step or a moderate gust of wind will be guaranteed to see far too much of me!

Harshly Anna orders me, "Finally turn around so we can see how the outfit looks on you!" Very slowly and carefully I turn back to the two young women. After a brief inspection Anna states with satisfaction: "OH YES! That's exactly how a slut has to look! When you walk through the city like that, every man really wants to stick his cucumber in your little cunt!" At the same time she stands directly in front of me and unabashedly reaches between my thighs. Anna's long fingers push the little cucumber even deeper into my pussy. This makes me even more aware of how much I am at the mercy of this bitch!

From one moment to the other Anna lets go of me and turns back to the saleswoman to ask her: "Can she leave the clothes on right away? I think the outfit is just perfect!" The saleswoman then says, amused, "If you pay for the clothes, you can do whatever you want with them!" Happy, Anna replies, "Very good! We'll just take everything." Now she turns to me and instructs, "Take the stuff to the cashier bitch. You can put your little tits away too, nobody wants to see them anyway!"

Before I pack up the rest of my things, I put my top back on properly. Anna and the saleswoman have already gone to the checkout and are talking quietly there until I come within earshot. While the blonde scans one label after another, I can't shake the feeling that the young woman is eyeing me very curiously. After all the clothes are stowed in two large bags and Anna has paid for everything, Anna says sternly, "Come on bitch, take your bags!" In a much friendlier tone, she turns to the saleswoman and says, "I'm looking forward to our next meeting." With that, Anna winks at the blonde and we leave the store again.