The two orange-clad women appeared in the kitchen where Pia was leaning against a wall. "Guruji needs to see you." Pia hurried back to the room where ...he guests had gathered. The holy man sat cross-legged on a small stool, clad in a loin cloth with many strings of beads hanging from his neck. "Stand next to me," he told Pia."She entered adulthood and strayed. Poisonous thoughts were entered into her mind by a misguided friend. Thoughts foreign and filthy. It led to actions foreign and filthy.". When she wrapped her fingers around his limp penis, he was surprised to feel a pleasurable stirring. Maybe he wasn’t done after all! Yvonne kissed his ear. ‘Does that feel good?’ she whispered. ‘You better believe it! If you keep doing that, you’ll find out how good it really feels!’ he croaked. Yvonne did keep it up. Soon, as a result of her caresses, his cock was standing at attention again and he was the one twisting and turning with pleasure. Yvonne got to her knees and bent over him. Her. The first thing he saw was a black pedestal on which sat a pairof shoes that made his heart leap and his cock come to attention in hispants. They were pink pumps but they were like no shoes he had ever seenbefore. Even in his fantasies he had never conceived anything asexciting as these creations.Shiny pink patent, they had scalloped edges from the toe box up aroundthe top of the heel. The toes were extremely pointed, a two inchplatform sat under the sole and a wide pink bow graced the toe. . Frustrations made me boil inside when I saw our traffic jam was the result of an accident on the south-bound side of the Parkway, north-bound drivers slowing to gawp at the three cars caught in a fender-bender."Assholes!" I yelled at the other drivers. It didn't help.I was officially in a foul mood when I parked my Acura Vigor in the drive. Opening the front door I saw Cassie's backpack on the hall floor. My heart skipped. What was she doing here on a Tuesday?"Cassie?" I called out, looking in.