“I don’t think you can do that!” he protested.“Did you see me do it?” I asked with a little grin.“Hell, yes. You just took a picture of my...ID. How do I know what you’ll do with it?” he asked with some concern.“One thing at a time,” I responded. “I can do it. You saw it happen. What do most people do with a picture of the ID of a police detective? Maybe use it to remember his name and badge number in case shit hits the fan?”“You’re acting pretty damn guilty for a guy who hasn’t been accused of. "These heels," Eileen held up a pair of five-inch stiletto pumps, "arepretty high up. I will show how to walk in them. But for now, take verysmall steps. I mean very small."I slipped my nylon sheathed feet into the heels and stood. It was a bitwobbly at first, but I was steadier than I had expected.At some point in the process, be it the implied danger lurking behindeverything; or that I was now a giant paper doll for Eileen, but she wentfrom hesitance to a workman like pride in her creation.. I’m so surprised I just stare at her.“Um”, she mutters, “Is there something wrong? You smelled the last ones". Feeling like I’m sleepwalking, I stare at her as my hand lifts to my nose of its own accord. Strong, moist, delicious.“You’d better come in”, I said. I step back into the room, holding the door for our guest so she gets an eyeful of what’s waiting for her, get rid of the robe and go back to my girl. Taking her head in my hands, I angle her face to suit, and press the tip of my cock to. " Ha, don't think so," I replied, but the girl was looking at me with aglint in her eye."Oh come on Andre, don't tell me you've never worn a skirt before?" I haven't." Well, we can't do this properly unless you do. Does Veronica haveanything we can borrow?"A quick look in her cupboard told Linzie that there was nothing suitableand so she made me wait while she nipped out to get "something." I wasinstructed to practice my nail filing and to read some terrible gossipmagazine while I waited.Linzie.