"Are you going to tell me what it is, or should I just snap my fingers when I want your attention?"I had never seen a person blush, hide behind their ...ands, smile sheepishly, laugh and cry all at the same time. It took the young girl a while to get a grip."E-E-Emily." Hi, Emily. I'm John." I held out my hand.She stared at it, like it was a snake or something. I was beginning to wonder what Lisa had told her about me. Then slowly, as if hypnotized, she extended her own delicate hand and placed. She opened the box and I couldnot believe what I saw. A pair of red patten high heels. The heelswere at least 5 inches high."Why are the heels so high?" I asked"You always say high heels are pretty, and you want to be pretty." I won't be able to walk in them!" I cried."Remember, Fashion is not function!"I put my hand on her shoulder and she put the shoes on my nylon coveredfeet. (I couldn't bend over due to the corset anyway)She stood up and looked me over. She fixed a few things in my hair. Amy wanted something special but nothing too sappy and vanilla just because it was Valentine's Day. This night needed to be memorable; like the time he fucked her in his truck in an alley, or when he fucked her on rock on a narrow cliff ledge with the river rushing by below, or when he fingered her wet pussy in the private table dance room at a Vegas strip club. Indeed, nothing ordinary would suffice. They had been having mind blowing sex for years, but there was much more still to experience.. Making the decision for him, I moved behind Jack and shut the bedroom door then dropped my towel. That was all the convincing he needed and he had me pressed against the door with his lips crushing against mine in the next second. I moaned into his mouth and his tongue slipped inside. One hand was gripping my hip, holding me against the door and the other was laced into my wet hair pushing my mouth against his passionately. He ground his erection into my naked body, starting to breathe heavily.