Her clothes were tight, but barely there. It was a turn on for me. She had on a pair of tight black shorts and a red crop top that hugged her chest in...the right ways. Her cleavage line made me crazy, and her long legs dazzled me. Finally, Leila took a seat next to me and the other martinis I had set out. I forced myself to remember what we were doing: foreplay. It seemed like it would be more like roleplay from the start, but I didn't mind. "Why, hello there." She said as she slid next to me.. I entered her bedroom after a few minutes after she asked me to. The view was just so passionately romantic. There were candles neatly decorated on each of the 4 tables in that dimly lit room. She wore a backless white nightdress that ran upto her knees and had a clear view of her cleavage. I got up to her on the bed. I knew exactly the kind of service she wanted. Placing my left arm on her shoulders, I looked into her eyes and kissed her neck. My hands were gently exploring her back as I. Putthese on sissy, you need to learn how to walk in heels like a bitchshould do."She looked up at me with her big doe eyes confused and pleading butultimately she knew exactly what this was all about and knew that thecrop would always decide her actions.Fortunately my wife took a UK 6 in shoes and my little sissy managed toget them on no trouble."Very pretty sissy; now you need to practice walking in them, I like tosee my sissy in heels at all times."I laughed as she tottered and staggered from. I was ready to finish my drink and leave when he returned."Could you do me a favour?" he said and explained that his father wasrather down after losing his wife. Receiving his present from me mightcheer him up. Joao was holding a gift wrapped box which looked as thoughit could be a watch.I hesitated then said, "Of course." How could I refuse my rescuer?He gave me the box and led me through to a small room off the bar area.There, seated in an alcove, was a man in his fifties obviously.