When she finally came to a stop Terry kissed her, very gently and very lovingly.“Wonderful, my special, special wife to be. You are exceptional and ... mean that. You had a slow start, understandable, but from the flu epidemic onwards you blossomed. Greg and all the lads think you’re the best thing that ever happened to the place and now the General Manager is a total fan. Oh, my Grace! On top of all that you love me. I am so proud and happy.”Grace did not know where to put herself. She had known. On one side of the shop a row of hangars carried a wide array of clothes in leather, rubber and PVC, a rack at the far end of the shop carried an array of shoes that all had one thing in common, exceptionally high heels, some with extravagantly high platform soles, some equipped with spikes so numerous or so long that even an enthusiastic foot fetishist like Lionel would find it hard to get near them. On the other a series of glass topped counters held displays of other fetish items. A couple. "Don't be," I replied. I pulled her towards me and continued where we left off. My left hand wandered down her back and cupped her tight ass, pulling her into me gently. A couple of minutes passed before we broke our kiss again."Would you like to come in?" she asked."Sure," I said. She directed me to a visitor parking stall and I parked my car. I followed her into the building, up a flight of stairs, down a short hallway and into the front door of her apartment. From there she led me straight. Cindy followed and I assume did likewise. Moments later, we were in bed again. “Ready for another go?” she asked with her flashing smile. “I wish,” I grunted. “Maybe I can help you; time for Mr. Bear,” she said suggestively. With that, she pulled Mr. Bear onto the bed and covered him with a big fluffy bath towel. “OK, get in position.” I looked at her with what must have been a stupid questioning look. “Hey, get your ass in the air, lay across Mr. Bear.” Something about her commanding.