After another trip through the closet and still not finding any of her “regular shoes” to be acceptable, she decided to pull the shoe boxes out of...the lingerie bin and give them a shot. The first shoe box she opened contained bright red glitter six-inch platforms – favorites of her husband. Another box contained thigh-high lace-up fuck-me boots – not a good match for her outfit. The third box contained a pair of white patent leather platform heels her husband bought her to go with a bridal. Over the years she had perfected this technique to quickly extract a mans seed in this way at the appropiate time so as to coincide with her own needs. Forefinger and thumb tightly squeezing a slippery cock as it pummeled in and out of her cut was all very well. With some men it might quicken their release, but with others it only prolonged their excitement and she often found that teasing their cocks in that way aided them to hold off spilling their seed. She thought of it in terms of organ. Now you are special this species are almost extinct and the male has rejected every other woman but you. We need you so hopefully at the end of 2 weeks we can convince you to stay. We have made arrangements with your Lactation Agency to employ you for 2 weeks and have taken the liberty of depositing a lump sum of $10,000 into your bank acct. I shake my head dumbfounded and open my mouth for another question. The Dr shushes me through his toothless mouth and places the ball at my gaping opening.. She was frazzled, so to speak. Her emotions were becoming out of control. Her hands were running up, down, over, and across while pawing her body everywhere as if she was not right whatsoever. She spoke up while she stood in front of that sliding glass door. She knew she’d do it either way. She was “out of control” at this point. She wished she could tell him to get comfortable and sit down. She then said “Why, because I’m ready to “put on a show” for you.” She opened her eyes and looked.