It reached about halfway down her calves. She was definitely dressed to give a good impression. The whole time Tim was unbuttoning her blouse she kept...mumbling.“You should not be doing that,” she said, but was so high she gave him no resistance.When Tim got her blouse completely unbuttoned, he slipped it off her shoulders. Catherine’s arms just hung at her sides. Tim slid the blouse off her arms and laid it on the chair. He was standing in front of Catherine while Mark was standing behind her.. Her pussy was neatly shaved, just a hint of dark stubble showing above the protruding, swollen lips. A bead of white clung to her wet opening."Sofa." she said.I sat on the edge of the white leather sofa, reclining back, my hard cock pointing to the ceiling. Sarah approached, as Emma sat in the single-seater, one leg d****d over the arm. pussy wide open and wet. One of Emma's hands supported her head, while the other drifted lazily to her open pussy; stroking gently.Sarah approached. Her legs. I lowered my feet to the ground and instantly noticed the difference. Not only did the shoes make me stand on my tippy toes, but even under my toes they added at least an inch of height. I carefully stood up; Bob offered a hand to help me balance. I was definitely taller - the floor seemed so much further away now - yet I was still completely dwarfed by my landlord. In fact, wearing the dainty high heels only made me feel more vulnerable; whatever I gained in height, I had to make up for with. She had learned to be affectionate and care for him, but her biggest attraction for him had been his obvious potential earnings. She had had it with the "Bad Boy" type. She had always dated handsome, athletic types that rode Harleys and built hot rods. In the end, they never seemed to be able to hold a job for any length of time, and were always getting in bar fights. She was tired of it when she accidentally met Joe on a blind date. She had grown to care for him over time, but had not.