She encouraged me with each stroke; the words I heard wereheavenly music to my ears not to mention the surging pleasure now creating alustful shade of...crimson between my legs. She told me lots of dirty things andused all of my favorite words in such a wickedly wonderful way: ?Are you adirty slut boy?? ?I think my cunt is getting wet watching you.? ??That?s it good boy, milk my cock for me.? I was in erotic overload, I?m not even sure how long thesession lasted when she then told me ?I want to. The ride over to her house was uneventful with the exception of a few guys blowing kisses at me through my closed window as they passed me on the freeway. It seemed like hours before I pulled into her driveway and parked my car. I sat there for a moment with my heart beating so rapidly that I thought it would burst before I exited and walked to her side door. The click-clack sound of my high heels on the pavement echoed between the two houses and I once again enjoyed the sensation of my nylon. Pat had a shower while I cleaned up the best I could. Rusty was lying in the corner and I swear he was smiling. Pat came back to the lounge in a robe and sat on the couch. I sat beside her. “You must think I am a slut” she said. “Why would I think that?” I said, not knowing what else to say. “I am so mixed up” she said “so confused. I should be disgusted with myself because I let a dog have sex with me”. “Well you didn’t let him” I replied “he sort of raped you didn’t he”. I thought that would. The nurses in the books I read as a girl had to straighten their seams, and so did I.I felt really sexy when I wore it. I needed a pair of shoes to go with it, naturally, and spent hours looking for just the right pair. I almost bought a pair of Nurse Betty's with the red cross and five inch heels, but the heels were too chunky for the effect I wanted. Finally I ran out of time and settled for a pair of white t-strap sandals with five inch heels that brought a lot of curve to my calves. They.