#149674 - Without giving any sign of it, Jolene kept the white girl in her peripheral vision, and noted with satisfaction that the shop assistant was clearly moving around with only one aim in mind – and it wasn’t where the new dresses should go (for they were being almost randomly distributed), it was stealing peeks – ever longer and more blatant – at the ebony fuck-goddess in her tight hot pants and almost-indecent top. ‘My dear, when we are alone – at my apartment, of course, but here too – you can call me Nadine. However, she now placed it on one of the hooks on the side wall, and turned with her back three-quarters towards the door (which relieved Astrid) to face the large mirror that took up the end of the cubicle.