Those are mine".She didn't say another word and neither did I. We stared at each otherfor what felt like eternity then she smiled the tiniest of smile... andwalked away.Not knowing what to do, I did the only thing I could think of at thatmoment - I kept cleaning.---I've had a shoe fetish for as long as I can remember, with high heelsbeing an extreme weakness. The wife knows of my fetish and hasaccommodated me as much as she can by wearing heels for her job and fornights on the town. What she. Then I saw the hitchhiker still standing on the side of the road with his hard dick still hanging out. As I got closer I started calling him something else in my head. "Master"I frantically rolled down the window as my car slowed pulled over in front of him. He didn't saw a word. He just held his rigid dick in his hand and took a couple steps towards me. He stuck his massive cock through the window dangling it only an inch from my mouth. Its width was huge, I wasn't even sure if it would fit in. It took a minute to figure out what went where. I realized that I had to dress from the skin out to make it work, and some of the under-things were scary, all elastic and lace. I was glad that I never really needed to shave, another item that pissed off my father.The result was unexpected. I thought I would look like a guy in girl's clothes. But the tight, one-piece body shaper had padded cups, and really reduced my waist. I put on the black, opaque seamed stockings, and the only shoes there, a. When I clicked on it it showed me links for four cameras.“he’s got four cameras to record, thats why he never turns this thing off.”“bastard” she mumbled.I clicked on the first that said master it was their bedroom right above the bed. The second one was the one we found aimed at Ally’s bed, he was obviously watching her and recording whatever she did in the room.Number three was Ally’s bathroom positioned so you could see her on the toilet or in the shower.“unfucking believable” she cried..