She looked really sexy, her shirt had lost another button but otherwise she still looked as she did when she left, and she looked sexy, my cock got ha...d as she leaned into the cupboard and her skirt rose up exposing her black-stocking clad thighs and just the bottom of her bare ass cheeks (was she wearing underwear I thought?)I saw her put the taps on far too hard and blast water everywhere,“Don’t you come in here making a mess” I said, in a tone a father would chastise his c***d“Don’t you. Thepain quickly dissipates and Daisy tell me that "you'll love this Stacey.Go deeper and deeper and relax. Yes, from now on your name is Stacey andwe'll be best friends. That's right Stacey, fall deeper and deeper andlisten to all my suggestions. You cannot resist, you don't want toresist. Mistress Shelly knows that you're anxious to experience yourtrue and so deeply desired identity and has decided that you should haveall the body jewelry that's so fashionable now. So now there's one morepiece. I fixed dinner for both of us and we started eating. All the while I can’t believe how lovely her dark hair looked. She told me that she lived alone and she isn’t in a relationship right now. All through dinner she kept staring at my hair.Finally she said,” there’s something in your hair looks like a grass blade.”I tried unsuccessfully to get it out. Looking at my clumsy efforts she laughed and came close to take it out herself. She placed her left hand over my right cheek and started ruffling. I smoothed mydress under me and sat on the edge of the bed. I slipped on one of thepumps. It slid easily over the nylon stockings. I crossed my leg and thestockings felt wonderful as they glided over each other. I slipped onthe other pump. I stood up and had trouble balancing on the spike heels.I took a couple of small steps, using the dresser for support. The shoesI had worn with my other outfits had heels, but they were not this highor this narrow. I practiced walking, keeping my back.