Recent Blogs: I SPY CAMEL TOE was the lingerie shop, Victoria's Dirty Little Secret. The shop mistress greeted Mrs. Hanson with a hug and a little kissy-kissy on both cheeks. "Oh, Joy dahling!" she said, "It's been such a long time since we've had you in! What's your interest today? Shall I take you back into the whips and chains department?"
"Oh, Veronica, I'm not interested in anything special today, thank you," Mrs. Hanson said with a nervous laugh. "We're here for my daughter, Susie."
"Ah, yes, something for the young Miss," she said. Miss Veronica eyed Susie's lithe form admiringly, discreetly taking note of her measurements with a practiced eye. Little Susie was a 36, in a D cup, at the very least. "Let me show you what we have on special this week..."
The ladies spent the next hour or two going through an endless assortment of dainty underthings, some so flimsy and filmy there hardly seemed to be anything there besides the straps and seams that held it all together. Having finally decided on their purchases, Susie and her mom walked out of the lingerie shop and strolled through the rest of the mall, arm-in-arm.
