My logic says that all women love to be seen naked when they are aroused; just like me; so how could I possibly be called an exhibitionist? I’m just like any other woman and just about all women aren’t called exhibitionists so why should I? Ryan obviously realised all this early on in our relationship and although he misjudges my level of sexual excitement at times, he has blowjob been exposing me because he knows that, when I’m sexually excited, I love it. I just wish that I’d realised all this years ago. I’ve talked to Ryan about this and got him to promise that if he’s thinking about exposing me to loads of men then he’ll make sure that my AF is way up there before he does it and that he won’t expose me if I’m not feeling horny. I’m not sure that he’ll stick to that promise because I know that he like seeing me all embarrassed and humiliated. The Charity Shop Ryan’s still taking me to the charity shop each time that we go into town. It’s usually on a morning and sex is usually the last thing on my mind when he drags me in. I must admit that I’ve started looking through the clothes but never find anything that I like. Of course Ryan finds a short skirt or skimpy top that he expects me to try on. As I’ve said before, the college students that volunteer to staff the shop keep changing but word of the girl that tries things on with the curtain open seems to get passed from student to student and Ryan doesn’t like to disappoint them by opening the curtain on me. It’s usually embarrassing letting those young people see me naked because I’m rarely feeling aroused when we go in, but it keeps Ryan happy. One Saturday morning we slept late and when we woke-up Ryan said that he had to hurry because he needed to be at a shop in town by 10:00. As I got dressed Ryan asked me to not put any of my jewellery in. As we were in a rush I didn’t ask why. Arriving in town we got off the bus and started walking our normal route. As we got to the charity shop Ryan steered me in. I asked him if having me try on clothes that I never intended to buy would make him late for whatever it was we were rushing for. “No, no, it’s all planned;” was all Ryan said. Inside I looked round and saw no customers, but I did see 4 young men and 2 young women all behind the counter. That’s unusual because it normally takes 1 or 2 people to staff that sort of shop. Anyway, Ryan selected a cotton dress off one of the racks then took me over to the changing cubicles. There I saw that the curtains had been removed and the area next to them had been cleared apart for a chair in the middle of the open area. “You may as well try it on near that chair.” Ryan said. I looked around and saw that we were still the only customers and I figured that the angle was wrong for the staff to see me from the sales counter so I put my bag down and got undressed with my back to Ryan. When I was naked I turned to get the dress from Ryan and got a shock; all of the staff were stood near Ryan, looking at me. I gasped, just before Ryan said, “Tanya dearest, I told these nice people that we’d help them shoot a video to promote the clothes for young people that they have in this shop; you don’t mind do you?” “Of course I mind; I’ve had enough of taking my clothes off for other people.” We then had one of our little ‘discussions’ that I always loose and Ryan told the Toys staff that everything was okay and we could start. One of Fucking With Oil the guys setup a video camera and another got an expensive looking camera out of a case. Another disappeared then came back saying that he’d put the japanese ‘closed’ sign up. All the time I was stood there, naked, and watching what was going on. “Right Tanya,” one of the guys said, “we’ll be dressing you and undressing you so all you have to do is act like a mannequin; we’ll do everything else. One of the girls stepped forward carrying a bag from which she pulled out a pair of boy shorts and a bikini top that looked very small. The material looked very thin as well. She put the top on me then lifted it up and pulled my nipples and then rolled them between her finger and thumb before pulling the bikini top back down. “Got to make them stand out;” she said. Then she lifted my feet one at a time, putting them through the legs of the boy shorts. When she’d pulled them up she looked at me then pulled them down again. They felt mighty thin. “Too boring,” she said, and proceeded to rub my pussy until I felt it get wet and swollen. While she was asian rubbing she slipped a finger inside me and finger fucked me a couple of times. “We apologize ma’am. “Why don’t we spit japanese roast the bitch?” She can even sweat her piss out, though I think it unlikely when she remains asian tied up. She was just blossoming into womanhood. After about five minutes of rest she said, "You're probably ready to go again. Just when she thought that she started to feel the cum starting to flow inside her mouth and she made the best she could to swallow it all. Just smelling it and thinking about him in it was getting me hard. Do you think you can put up with me that long?” CNN was on one TV, Fox news was muted Toys on the other. Now can we get your dogs so we can put them out back? That was the night Screw told me ‘screw you, this is my bed’. Evaporated lifesaving milk soon gave way to puppy's milk, ordered online, and the puppy began to thrive. As she slid he tight soaking wet cunt onto my extra thick 7 inches I asked, Fucking With Oil “This humiliation stuff really gets you going, doesn't it?” My breasts were bouncing, my nipples rubbing on his chest, his hips and ass flexed as he pummeled my puss. They parted to receive me as I slowly lowered. 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