I had never before worn high heels. ‘I think you’re going to have to get used to them,’ said Maya, ‘you’d better practice.’ I walked aroun... in them, at first tripping over the hem of my dress, and stumbling from the height of the heels. ‘It’s time,’ said Maya, as I was clipping in a pair of big silver hoop ear-rings she had handed me, and, glancing at the clock, I saw that it was, indeed, seven-thirty. Nervously, I allowed her to throw a fur stole round my shoulders and lead me back out down. She had her laptop resting at the foot of the bed, and she was stretched out luxuriously before me. She was wearing a charcoal teddy with pink pinstripes. It framed her cleavage perfectly. I had seen it before in pictures. I knew that a long slit in the back revealed her curvy bottom. This was when I noticed two toys next to the mountain of pillows where she was propped up; a slim pink wand and a monstrous looking lifelike vibrator. I could already feel myself stiffening. I was sitting at my. Eyes open now, she recognized the angelic face of Sissy. The hatred and jealousy she'd felt while watching Sissy sucking her father's cock in the swamp lifted to become a feeling of compassion.Sissy was truly beautiful. No wonder her dad couldn't resist her. The remembrance of their lewd embrace that had earlier been so repugnant to Sally transformed into a shared closeness. She wanted to be close to the woman who'd sucked her father's cock.Suddenly, the thought of tasting the warm, flowing. But she could easily find the positive in this - she had a handful of dresses in her closet that she never wore. John loved them, but she'd always felt that they were unprofessional - this was a perfect opportunity to bring them out, start wearing something a little more light, a bit more 'fun' to work.Molly opened her eyes with a big smile on her face, and checked herself out in the mirror once more. Yes, if she wore dresses, she'd be able to hide the tattoo (almost a pity - it somehow set off.