My new blonde hair suited these lighter colours and I suspected that I'd soon find a good use for a smart suit.The best part of the afternoon was a vi...it to Saxone where I must have tried on a dozen pairs of shoes before making my final choices. With each pair I tried, I stood up and walked to the full-length mirror and admired the way they looked with my legs and eventually choosing a pair of black and a pair of creamy white stilettos. I must admit - I'm a bit like Imelda Marcos when it comes. I was stuffing my face with his rod while I massaged his balls with one hand and stroked the base of his shaft with the other. I popped his tip out and licked it eagerly, lapping up the leaking precum, then quickly sliding it back in to my waiting mouth where it repeatedly hit the back of my throat making me gag each time it did, but I didn't mind. I couldn't get enough of this hot rod and wanted to deep throat it with every fiber of my being, but lacking the experience I had to content myself. She moved forward and took his hand, her eyes never leaving his. She bent over and kissed his forehead."You poor thing," she whispered. "I hate to see you like this."Hank gave her the vestige of a smile although his eyes were full of pleasure. To have smiled more would have hurt as he had already discovered."But you look lovely," he murmured back keeping lip movement to a minimum.She smiled at him and sat on the edge of the bed without letting go of his hand. "Thank you. Does it hurt?" It did. He shudders, as if he remembers the situation he's in, and cries out. I slap his face, hard, and wag my finger. I touch his cock, and it leaps. I reach under the pillow to find the hidden ball-gag, and as I draw near to him, I kiss mike softly on the lips, and then as I move away attach a ball gag to his mouth. He stares wide eyed at me in fear. I smile and walk to the end of the bed and start kissing a fondling Charlotte again, only this time I want her bad, but it her turn to have the 'prey'.