Good Love

of being recognized, I was covered from head to toe, complete with hijab and large sunglasses. Jackson was dressed casually in pressed jeans and a l

s who had copies of the memo tried to devise a plan get it out and how news organizations refused to publish it because they couldn't find anyone to verify its authenticity. Then I

," he told me. "You

d kissed it as we continued walking, silently contemplating. "Isn't that the definition of cowardly?" I c

formation, you tried to get it

opy of the file. Even if the newspapers wouldn't publish it, I cou

sting it online would only have a very slim chance of making an im

ecause I was afraid to take a bigger risk. Plus, we all just g

who are willing to dedicate their lives to it, perhaps give their lives. But just as important as having that commit

to make me feel less guilty, but I had to admit there was wisdom there. On the other hand, I knew al

boutique called --. Jackson suggested that we go inside,

ctful of my need to remain discrete with our affection in public but the look in his eyes told me that he want

that's a good i

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twice for you and then take home to wear for Br-... for some

that," he answered somberly,

return home with new sexy underwear that I never wore for him. They would be impossible for me to hid

n. Let me have that image to take with me. Let it be ou

t at the thought of modeling for him. But I was also still hesitant --

oil on my face and rushed me into the

in her 40s and carried herself as if she were the manager or owner. Perhaps detecting my nervousness -- I suspect it was

ked if we were looking for something specific or just browsing. Feeling comfortable, I took my hijab and sunglasses off and shook her hand. We

fitting area in the back and a 'hubby's couch' where he can wait comfortably until you are ready to show him what you're trying o

ake your time and enjoy yourselves, and just let me know if you have any questions." Seeing how her demeanor had put me

though I found it hard to imagine ever wearing a corset or a bustier in my real life. It wasn't that I didn't enjoy wearing sexy bras and panties, it was just that the bustier and g

rtain on the largest one for me. Jackson was about to follow me inside when Marie stopped him an

a knowing look that made me blush. Sensing the electricity between Jackson and I, she whispered to me to make sure that I left my current panties on while trying on any others. Then while still smiling, a stern

o come into this store with him. A smokey, sinister look clouded over his eyes that spoke of all the bad and naughty things he planned to do to me.

ith anything Jackson demanded of me. My own reflected gaze instantly noticed the bulge in his pants and I half expected him to command me t

econds then just as briefly broke the kiss and stepped away, leaving me breathless and in danger of having to buy

an he liked the thongs. I asked him why as he positioned me against the mirror and took a picture of me from behind. "I like the w

. The revelation made me throb between my legs. Bashfully I confessed to him how I did the same every time I was in the bath or shower over the past two years. If it was