The next day you back to the shop and tell the shop keeper the bra was the wrong size. It was not the wrong size but you felt you needed a reason to return to the shop.
The shop was empty and the owner closed the front door and lead you in to the back room. Once there he undressed and then dressed you in some new clothes that fitted you perfectly.
It did not even bother when he took all your old clothes before he dressed you or that he took his time examing your body as he did it. He spent the most time cupping and squeezing your breasts.
Then you found yourself in the window with other modles and you stood there all day perfectly still. |