My little slut, aren't you?" He caresses my breasts softly, rubbing my nipples through the lace of my bra. Moaning, I arch into his touch, filling hi... hands. The folders slip from my fingers and drop to the floor. "I want you to say it, Miss Steel. I want to hear you admit that you are a slut." He pinches my nipples trough the fabric and I gasp, feeling liquid heat pooling between my legs. "Yes, I’m a slut." "Whose slut? "Your slut, Sir." At that he flashes a predatory smile. "Good girl.. My wife noticed me growing quiet and staring at the height of the heelsand the colors. She smiled. "See anything you like?"I nodded. "There, I crooked." I was pointing at several pairs ofbreathless four-inch stilettos in lipstick red, pink, and black.She scolded me. "A lady doesn't point."A young man came over and smiled at us while I gazed in rapture.My wife chuckled as she turned to him. "You know, Henry, all men are sopredictable. All they ever think about is sex. They want to get theirrocks. So I took off his jeans, and his briefs, and took his head into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around it. As I teased and sucked his cock head, I played with his balls, tickling them, and massaging them. “Please, suck my balls Justin” So I stopped sucking the head of his cock, and I took his right ball into my mouth and gave it a tender suck, then a harder suck, slowly alternating the tender and the hard. His moans as fuel to my sexual fire, I got bold, and stopped sucking his balls. I took. Quite the contrary, he asked if I found everything I needed and we chatted about the weather. He rang up my things and I paid, and then as an afterthought, I asked him if I could use the rest room. He said certainly and handed me the key. I went out and around the side to the men’s room and dropped my pants and panties to clean up for the trip home. I guess I took about 10 minutes or so, and washed my hands and headed for the door. As I passed the window at the register. I noticed that the.