She handed them over, and, with real fear, he asked, "Can I actually wear these?"With no emotion in her voice, she simply said, "Of course."He put the...shoes on and took a few steps, gliding like they were flats. He asked, "Magical balance?" Shush! I have not given you permission to speak."She took the last bag and got out a maid's outfit. It wasn't a real outfit; it would never stand up to the rigors of real housework. It was fetish gear, a few scraps of well stitched together silk that would. I love that hotburn of fresh cum on my insides, there’s nothing better. I guess that’s why I am a cum dumpwhore, LOL. When he pulled his cock out, I felt some cum escape my gaping hole. I quicklyforced my sphincter shut to keep the rest inside.I love keeping cum in me long as possible. My ass felt full as I reached down to my well-fuckedhole and scooped up some cum to eat. By this time, the action had died down a lot and it wasgetting late. I had to be a work later in that day. I decided to. "Kyle picked up the paper and spread it open on a vacant desk. He began flipping pages until his eye landed on a familiar logo. It was a half-page advertisement for Walnut Street Funds.In their own words, Kyle read. Keneshaw Clinic... What followed was a brief but heartfelt expression of gratitude from the Chief Financial Officer of the clinic for the care, attention and results Kirk's firm delivered. The ad featured a photograph of the Kenneshaw CFO shaking hands with Kirk. Kyle smiled and. In my mind, I could clearly see the two of them, oddly, Darlene's image taking over for the still unknown, unseen personage of the second pair of lips now chewing, nipping, then once again licking the super-sensitive head of my penis.I felt movement, the sudden withdrawal of those incredible tongues moving away. Seconds later I could hear the soft whimpering moans of my wife, moans I was all too familiar with."Miranda?"By way of an answer, she merely moaned once again, though speaking a second.