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again, the smell of her perfume drifted up his nostrils thrilling him with its enticing aroma. He swiftly closed the door and took up a position a few paces to the rear of her as she advanced through the store. Remembering the lessons from his training, he kept the right spacing, close enough to protect her but not so close as to crowd her.
    Wandering down the aisles, Pandora would stop, examine a garment for a second, and then continue. Richard constantly checked people within the store, trying not to draw attention to himself. He had learned from his time in the military on certain operations to become the “grey man.” This was someone who blended in and fitted into the environment, a skill that was perfect for this line of work.
    Navigating her way through the different sections of the store, Pandora entered the lingerie section. Looking over her shoulder, she smirked rather cheekily at Richard. Picking up a couple of lacy flimsy made items of varying colours, she held them up against herself.
    "Do you think this would suit me Richard" she turned, raising her voice loud enough for other customers to hear.  He simply stared at her with his mouth agape, examining the skimpy red garment she was holding up. Richard could feel himself blush, but the sexual urge within him couldn’t be restrained. His dick twitched in his pants and his heart rate increased. She looked like an innocent student, all sweetness and light, yet with a hint of naughtiness. He was finding it more difficult to keep his desires in check.
    “They look really pretty.” The lame answer departed his lips before he had the chance to think.
    “Pretty is that all you can say?” Pandora countered with a sexy and playful smile crossing those sweet cherry coloured lips.
    She loved the fact that he was embarrassed, and held another set of lingerie up to her body. The material of the bra barely covered her voluptuous breasts.
    Richard was imagining her standing there naked, like a slave girl in Rome being sold at auction. He had always been a lover of all things historical, his fantasies encompassing all periods of decadent history. No era highlighted or celebrated the naked female form than that of the Holy Roman Empire.
    Taking the two sets of lingerie with her, Pandora headed off to the section of the store that housed the cocktail dresses. Richard tagged on behind her, his mind still full of the images of her half-dressed in a toga.
    Pandora took very little time to choose a little black number from one of the racks and sauntered towards the changing cubicles. Pulling back the curtain, she stepped inside, returning the curtain back to block any prying eyes. But the curtain was not full length, so she was visible from the knees downward and she shoulders upward.
    Richard settled down on a seat in a position where he could observe the changing facility, and anyone entering the area. Glancing across at the cubicle, he watched as Pandora began to undress. The sight of her dress hitting the changing room floor set his imagination running wild. He began to imagine what she looked like, posed in nothing but her underwear. The familiar colour of the panties he had briefly observed as she exited the car, were discarded. Richards cock twitched in his tailored suit trousers, causing him to adjust himself. He was disturbed from his lecherous reverie by the sound of Pandora's voice from behind the curtain.
    "Richard do you mind giving me a hand with this god damn zip!" she called, peering over the top of the curtain.
    Richard rose from his seat and made his way towards the cubicle. Pulling the curtain with nervous fingers to one side, he was confronted with the sight of Pandora's bared back. The black cocktail dress followed every contour of her perfect body. The zip was undone all the way down to just above the top of her ass cheeks. She had pulled her long and shiny black hair to one side, exposing her alabaster-coloured back. Her neck was long and slender, and it