Tony's eyebrow furled as he ignored the chastising. "I'mafraid I can't find any shoes that'll fit you," Tony said, stillunsure of everything going on... "You'll have to wear those," hepointed at the high heels Gretchen was wearing at the time of thetransfer. Considering a storm was blowing outside and the cementwas wet, Patrick had no choice. Then he thought, "Even theclothes at the hotel won't fit me." He had to do something . . .and quick! He was actually beginning not to notice theheight. He introduced himself as Phil and he soon felt really comfortable.Things got flirty and suggestive with my sexy wife. We finally asked him if he wanted to go to a motel and he agreed.I drove and my wife sat in the back seat with her new friend.The guy was soon pulling down the shoulder straps of Anita’s body suit. I heard my wife starting to moan, as Phil sucked her nipples.Listening to them made me hard as a rock. The guy finally slid Ana’s jeans all the way to her knees and started playing. It was perfumed just like Della's hair. Surely it wasn't?I felt Della pull a zip up my back. The material closed around my neck."You can open your eyes now, Sam." Della said.I opened my eyes. From feet to neck I was covered in glossy black."Yes, Sam. This is made from my hair. It took years to collect. You are honoured to be the first to experience it. Almost the whole of you is covered with my hair. I sent it away to be woven into cloth. I had lycra woven in with it. Can you feel the pull?"I. I couldn’t be ashamed or embarrassed by it. 'Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me,' I repeated over and over in my head.“Fuck me,” I finally said, exhaling. Max gave me a questioning look, like he wasn’t sure if I said what I said.“Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me,” I said, in time with the voice in my head. I opened my eyes and stared straight back into Max’s. “Fuck me. Hard.”Max grinned from ear to ear. Suddenly, with a newfound source of energy, he swept me off his lap and onto the couch and stripped.