My n*****s crinkle and I suppose, with the men believing me to be underage, they try to look away. Miss Lalique just smiles at my quandary. I freeze and dare not move, try not to draw attention, concerned about further tantalizing in showing more of me... or worse... offer a sultry view of soft, newly rounded buttocks.
Miss Lalique tips generously. The ten minutes spent checking the contents of the many boxes seem like an eternity.
Finally, they leave. I will forever wonder as to what conclusions they came.
***
My pounding heart slows. Miss Lalique has me remove my panties, desiring to see all of me. And of course I am compliant, for some reason placing my hands on my head as she becomes rather stern.
“You’ll have all of tomorrow to try on your new things – such wonderful soft and smo
