You're not really up for this but the lady is big and determined. As soon as you're outside the shop you try to break free from her grip but she easily holds onto you.
"Behave you little slut or I'll tan your arse properly" she hisses at you.
"Fuck you bitch" you respond colour rising in your checks. Perhaps it was the games with the shop geek or perhaps it's the people watching you but you're getting wet again. It can't be her treatment of you can it?
You are woken from your thoughts by the intense cold of her cone slapping straight down into your cleavage. Your mouth drops open in shock as you look down at the sticky wet mess sliding further into your cleavage then up into her smirking face.
"Oooops" she grins "Guess we'll have to clean you up."
Stunned you don't reply as she drags you into a nearbye clothing store.
"Excuse me" she hails a tall well built shop attendant "my daughter has had an accident with her ice cream could we possibly use your changing rooms to clean her up?"
The man grins as he surveys your dripping chest. The sticky stain is beginning to spread lower and you can feel melting ice cream sliding down your stomach. An obvious bulge grows in his trousers.
"I'm afraid the changing rooms are for customers only" he replies.
"That's okay" she smirks grabbing a few items off of the rails and hustling you towards the changing rooms "She needs a new school uniform anyway. We'll let you know if we need any help."
"You do that" he calls out after you.
You are getting wet again, whether from the sensation of the cream between your tits, the sight of his bulge, or her treatment of you you're still not sure. |