He looked around but there was no sales associate in sight. Idly hewondered why nobody seemed about at all but that thought quickly pushedout of his h...ad when he realized he had walked into the women's sectionof the store.He turned to go back to the men's clothing when his arm brushed upagainst a blouse and static cling made it stick to him. He looked downat the blouse. The arm of the blouse was stretching off the rack,sticking to the cuff of his shirt.Dave sighed and bent down to fold the arm. I double checked the apartment. Champagne in the cooler by the bed, two flouts. A section of toys, a dildo, my favourite rabbit. “Time for the shoes, darling, then you must be off, don’t want him seeing you, do we.”I stepped into the black killer heels, Hubby strapped the wide straps around my ankles, and closed the mock padlock shut. I was ready.“No wait, I said as Hubby was at the door. Butt plug, forgot the butt plug.”I leant of the hall chair, my arse in the air, as Hubby slid my diamante. I stood on the cubicle bench and peeked over. They had got dressed alright! The younger guy was wearing a tiny, pleated black skirt and fishnet holdups. His pal sported a longer, black lacy skirt ad black lacy bra. They were facing away from me. The guy with the tits was bent over the cubicle bench. His partner had lifted his black skirt up and over his ass. He had slid his cock up his pal's asshole and was fucking him slowly. As I watched, he reached around and pulled his friend's bra up. His. I'm looking forward to seeingyou. Be here at 11.30." Yes, Maam."Tony's house was only a 20-minute walk so it was no sweat. But I mustconfess that I was very nervous. But also very flattered that she wouldtreat me in such an adult way.When she opened the door I was blown away. She was very made up, likea Vogue magazine fashion layout or something. And she looked thatclassy! She had a starched white blouse, a long blue skirt, heels and hose.The hosiery had long black seams up the back."God, I.