That was too much. I kickedoff the absurd shoe and bent to lace the sneaker back on."Hide them under your bed. Don't wear them unless I know about it,...incase you break your neck. Agreed?"She nodded enthusiastically, stuffed the shoes in her closet then stoodthere, watching me check my face in the mirror. We didn't have muchmakeup on but I kept checking Rachael's face for flaws and was beginningto wonder how my own was holding up. It was fine."I should have gotten you a dress, too," she said,. Later that evening when Samantha came over shesaid it was a pity and even said if I should need money I should just tellher. Samantha was heir to her father's vast fortune and she did not havea job, she just did part time modeling.I loved the time off and was going to have a lovely relaxed time for thenext few months before I looked for work. It was great the first monthor so and then I began to get bored. One day the maid did not arrive so Idecided to do what she would do. I cleaned the. We introduced ourselves; as we chatted, his crotch was eye level to me as he stood on that new wall. He said he was a contractor and had just finished remodeling his basement. I kept glancing at his cock and wondered as to its size. Then Fred must have noticed my curiosity and saw my attraction for his large package."Would you like to see it, Anita?" He asked me smiling."See it…the basement…?" I stammered, moving my eyes from his crotch."Yes, the basement" He kept smiling…"I need an iced tea.. No one seemed to be bothered by my clothing style, however, since I was so well behaved and didn’t cause any trouble. I didn’t wear panties, most of the time. Why should I? They were rather uncomfortable and I oh-so-loved the feeling of a gentle breeze between my thighs. There was also the added benefit of being able to pleasure myself more easily. I ran the remaining way through the forest, eager to reach the meadow and caress my pussy. I threw myself onto the grass gracelessly, wriggling over.