The only things I could try on had heelheights of at least three and five eighths inches, with most exceedingfour. After a long session of trying on, ...nd walking about with my widehips swaying back and forth, I ended my shoe shopping. I ended up witha pair of brown zip up knee boots, a pair of black spike heels, and apair of black ankle mule booties. The only victory in my shopping was apair of blue jeans my legs allowed me to try on. Unfortunately the waythey clung to my new feminine ass made. Though later on, ifthey became famous, that might happen. Emma was intelligent enough toinsist on ownership of the pattern so that if problems later arose, shecould take it elsewhere. She also asked for, and paid a premium for, arush job on three hundred patches, with a promise of t-shirts cominglater also in a large order if the patches were a success. This gave theowner an incentive to deliver on his promise, though no amount of moneywould have changed his mind if he knew that he was. “Mmmmm you’ve done well,” she sighed as she ran her fingers through Tara’s long brown hair.“I hope she is purer than the little trollop you brought me on Tuesday. Look how wrinkled I am.”Tara had no idea who the old woman was but at that precise moment she didn't care either. Mr Brodie held her hips tight as he raised his head and smiled back at the woman.“Thank you, Mistress.” He licked his lips. “She’s ready. Right on the edge.”“Do it,” she whispered. “I’ll be waiting next door.”She placed. Well, I did. I sucked it. I cradled his balls in my hand as my pussy was fucked from behind. Isn’t that called ‘spit-roasting’? I think so. I’ve been spit-roasted by two really famous actors. Oh they had their fun with me. The guy I was sucking off was bent forward so he was groping my tits. The guy behind me was now pounding his dick in and out of me. I put my other hand between my legs and touched rubbed my clit. I came. I just couldn’t help the orgasm. It grew so quickly and seemed to last.