"We came to his office, and Emily knocked softly on his door."Come in." Emily opened the door, and Mr. Carstairs was seated at his desk. "You may leav..., Emily. Come in Ken, thank you for coming." I walked into the room, and he indicated a chair behind his desk. If I sat in it, I'd be facing his back. I stayed standing."Did you have a good flight back?" It was long, but I was so busy scribbling out my ideas and fleshing out new pages, that it went quite quickly. My connection required a three. I reached to his crotch and felt his arousal. I grabbed his hard cock and squeezed."Let me get out of these pants," he said after relinquishing my dick from his mouth. He unbuckled his belt and dropped his jeans. His white jockeys were tented with a gig wet spot where his cock had leaked into the fabric. I impulsively hooked my thumbs into the waistband and pulled his underpants down and off his feet. I kicked mine off as well. We were both now naked from the waist down, having on only our. In fact, wearing the dainty high heels only made me feel more vulnerable; whatever I gained in height, I had to make up for with careful balance and delicate little steps. I definitely wouldn't be running anywhere in these shoes. "The high heels will take some getting used to, so I want you to wear those around the house as practice. Why don't you go do the dishes. I need to move some things around up here." I offered to help him with the moving, but he insisted the boxes would be too heavy. . aaaaaaaa it hurtssssssthat landed on your clit you sorry assand you forgot to count this onehere we go we begin again from number 1aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa nooooooooooooooooooooooooooaaaaaa I’ can breath?.. aaaaaaaa it hurtssssssplease mmmmaster ppppleease let me bbbreathyour sorry traaaamp, I’mmmmm sorry I messssed upWham, on your butt Ahhhhhhhhh ahhhh oooooooo aaaaaaaaaaaathankkkkk you master that was number 1 on my buttooooooo it huuuurts I want to cummmmslammmm aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.