I started to get uncomfortable, and it soongot worse. "I love the purple! Stockings or pantyhose?" While he wasasking he was massaging my feet and mov...ng his hands up the bottom of mylegs. "Pantyhose" I whispered."Pity," he said. "Stockings are so much nicer." He pulled out a pair ofstilettos with a very high heel. "Try to walk in these." I started toobject, but Mel said, "Walk around, dear!" I stood up and was quitewobbly. As I walked a few strides back and forth Adam said to Mel "Seehow they. ‘I didn’t mean to rush you.’ ‘It’s alright,’ Sabrina said and took a deep breath. Stepping back she didn’t bother correcting Marcus’ assumption at the cause of her sudden discomfort. Determined, she pushed thoughts of Douglas from her mind and considered her dinner companion. Marcus had dressed for dinner and looked splendid in a charcoal gray coat and trousers. His hair was a little long by ton standards and mussed from her fingers. His crisp cravat sat slightly askew and she couldn’t resist. ‘Glad to see old Mutt is after a chick more his age,’ she continued. ‘Oh? Tell me more.’ She took another puff before continuing. ‘Well, you know he had you do all those paintings of us when we was eighteen?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Well, he also did all of us, fucked us one time or another. Old Pencil Dick laid out some big favors so we’d fuck him.’ ‘Really?’ ‘Really, really. One of these days somebody’s gonna catch him with his dick hangin’ out at the wrong time.’ Tom shook his head. ‘I thought old Mutt was. She made sure that his behavior would become item number one once mother returned from her visit to her sisters and the two nieces. Ralph wondered how his daughter would handle the arrival of Dawn, the lady with the flowing blonde hair, big tits and rounded ass that moved liked a jeweled watch movement. His suggestion that she consider a shower and proper dress drew more scowls until he dropped the real "diary" word. Winifred's face hardened for a time and then she collapsed, pleading.