The heel must have been close to six inches as Sara looked almost amazonian compared to her usually petite stature.Her skin glowed, shining in the art...ficial lights of her entertainment room. She’d applied a covering of oil across the entire length of her body. Legs, stomach, shoulders and those breathtaking breasts were all gleaming with the shimmering oil highlighting her smooth tanned skin.“Shall go on to the roof terrace?” she smiled seductively as I picked up my camera and began to snap. “This isn’t adding up. This thing has to be worth thousands of dollars. I either need to grab this fast or get the hell out of here.”I quickly decided to try at least to load it up. A small voice in my head kept telling me, “What if the story was somehow real?” I didn’t think I would ever forgive myself if I didn’t at least try. So I opened up the tailgate and grabbed a furniture dolly and a 6’ ramp I brought with me. I managed to get the dolly under the bike with a lot of effort.. She grabbed my foot to get them off, making me shudder. She tossed my clothes on the floor and gave my bare butt a good smack. She laughed when I moaned. I was anxious for her. Then she got up and opened the nightstand next to me. From it, she took out a kind of dildo. It was a rubbery thing attached to a pair of panties and a couple of straps. My eyes grew wide as I looked at the strap on. I'd never seen one before but I knew exactly what it was. I was anxious for her to fill me with it, to. She got Fred to sit down and sat sideways on his lap and started kissing away his tears and then just leaned into him. Fred put his arms around her and the two sat there for a number of minutes, not saying or doing anything. Then Jean asked Fred if it would be okay if she held his cock again and perhaps kiss it. he told her he would like that, so Jean moved off his lap and knelt on the floor between his legs and took his cock in one hand and cradled his balls in the other. Fred looked down on.