Shopping

I tell her to bring us to a location where she can buy more clothes like she is wearing. She puts the car in drive, I sit back and relax, enjoying my free time while she drives me.

Twenty minutes later, we pull into the parking lot of a small store front. A chime sounds as we enter the small boutique.

A woman walking out to greet us. Standing close to 5' 10" with shoulder length dark hair. With plump lips, covered with a rosy lip gloss. If I had to guess, I would say she is in her late 40's with a body showing all her curves.

"Welcome, how may I be of assistance?" she asks, her head calking to the side, as she sees me and Suzie.

"I am seeking a wardrobe for my driver, similar to what she is currently wearing." I explain to her.

"Umm... Well..." she hesitates for a moment. "I am sure we... Have something that will work..."

I smile at her, seeing her uneasiness at the situation. I turn for a moment, acting like I am about to speak to Suzie. Instead, I face her, my cock and balls hanging out from my fly. Even after putting so many under, it is still a thrill watching. I notice the name tag on her blouse reads Alice.

"Is there anyone else in the store," I ask her as I put away my cock. She tells me no. "Go lock the front door, put up a closed sign and return here." She walks off.

"Driver, look around and start picking out clothing that matches what you are currently wearing."

"Yes Sir," Suzie answers, walking off to peruse the items.

Alice returns, standing before me. Getting a closer look at her body. Her blouse stretching over her large breasts. The buttons straining to keep the top closed. Looking down, her jeans hugging her hips. Sliding down her long legs, ending in a pair of knee-high boots.

After giving her all the usual instructions, I wake her up. Blinking a few times, a look of wonder on her face. I can tell she is trying to figure out how we have all moved. "umm... Where did your driver go?"

"She is off looking for outfits." I tell her. "Does your bra open in the front or back?"

"In the front," she blurts out, her facial expression showing she doesn't know why she answered that question.

"That is wonderful, do you by chance know what a titjob is?" I ask her.

"Yes, I do," again she wonders why she told me this. "I am sorry... this is... umm... not a proper conversation."

"Sure, it is, plus, you are going to give me one while I wait for my driver." I then walk off, finding a bench near the changing rooms to sit on.

"I most certainly will not," She huffs, standing before me, hands balled, resting on her hips.

"Give me a titjob now," I command her.