There was a knock at the door, it opened and Paul stood in the doorway. I've never seen him look so excited, so amazed at anything he'd seen before. M... lover rolled off me and Pauls mouth dropped open, he stared and I knew that I wanted him to love me there and then, with this tall black muscular stranger who had brought me so much pleasure, who had filled me and covered me in semen looking on. I spoke and Paul moved forward, he unbuckled his belt and slid his trousers down, he leaned over me. It was her… he’d know that eye anywhere… it blinked at him nervously. He took a deep breath. ‘I’m sorry if I frightened you… but you scared me first. I could hear you screaming… or someone screaming. Was that you?’ he asked, suddenly feeling foolish that he’d automatically assumed it was her when she had two other roommates. He could see she was nodding her head, then she spoke softly with no trace of an accent. ‘I’m so sorry I woke you up… I had an awful nightmare! They’re just so real. "Christ you look good Michele. With that torn skirt, laddered stockings and messed-up makeup you look like a stray waif who needs rescuing." And fucking," I heard him whisper to himself."Come on, we better get a move on," Steve pushed me through the door onto the stairwell landing.He pushed me against the wall and pressed his full weight against me. I could feel his hot breath on my neck."Shhh! I think I hear someone on the stairs below us!" We'll have to wait here and be quiet until the coast. There were fiveor six different styles I could image Bill wearing, and as the store didcarry all of them in the larger sizes that part of the plan was workingout perfectly.Moving back to shelves displaying my size, I settled down to wait forBill's arrival. He showed up ten minutes later mumbling something aboutbad traffic. I ignored his complaint and started asking his opinionabout some of the shoes. Essentially I was trying to get a sense of whathe himself might like to wear by asking him what.