Whatwas I thinking.. How was it lucky to be laced into a pair of high heels?She had really messed up my mind to make me think I was lucky to bewearing...6 inch heels. When she got to the top of the laces she used twomore of her locks, one on each boot in the lace holes, locking them shut.Then she placed a pair of cuffs below each knee and attached themtogether. She had me step into what appeared to be a long pink maidsuniform then she released my hands one at a time slipping each armthrough a. The pain of losing her was deep and lasting. I truly thought I was done with relationships for the rest of my life. I was a middle aged guy who had met the lady through Facebook and a friend who knew her. We met once at a FB party and then when I needed help with a small business I had I hired her for weekend work. We got together now and then and eventually started dating. One thing led to another and we started meeting during lunch hours. She, it turned out, worked a block from where I. But we both knew other uses.“I know how to paint it on my boobs,” she said. Old men, who would suspect?I said I would keep her ingenuity in mind, but that I was not planning to use her that way. In fact, every partner contributed to profits and hence was worth keeping around until the day of the con.By then I was thinking I would need a real wife “from the same plantation as my late mother.” Of course Abril understood that, and dipped her head in respect. Both of my grandfathers had already. She had definitely worn a bikini in the recent past, as the faint tan lines were visible across her breasts and her groin. While my wife had been curvy, with more of a Rubenesque figure, Sharon was leaner and more defined. Her medium-sized breasts were firm; capped by large nipples and areolas that were golden brown like the freckles that decorated her chest and belly. Her neatly trimmed mat of fine pubic hair was a shade redder than her hair and eyebrows, and her pubic mound stood out from her.