Yes, the appeal of the heel. That's what turned her on. Spoiled as she was, she was undeniably drawn to a man who would not take shit from her.Without...thinking further, she ran to his room. He lay on his bed, calmly reading a magazine. "Julio... I... I'm sorry I called you those names..." She was standing in the doorway, the sun spotlighting her glorious hair, her ripely rounded, pink- nippled breasts, her gently flaring hips and her curvaceous legs. Julio put the magazine down. His cock was. Being party-head (you’ll excuse the inadvertent pun) in a one-party town gave him the pull to assure the inspectors would not bother us as long as we kept the place running clean, and guarantees of regular contributions to the ‘Widows and Orphans Fund’ made sure I had a little control over the matter. That and the lovely video, in gorgeous HD living color stereo, of him getting his hummer that morning was the little extra insurance I wanted. (A while later, he tried to squeeze me for cumshaw. None of it is true, in fact I at 65 plus years old I have never been in a hospital in my life so this is a fantasy!!She was dressed in white, from her neckline to the tips of her toes and her long slender fingers were wrapped around my hard throbbing cock. I could see the purple tip of my cock each time she slid her hand down the shaft and as she came back up she circled the tip with the palm of her hand. My hand was hanging over the side of the bed and as I palmed her ass I knew immediately. She lay on her tummy supported by her elbows, looking at his face as he returned her look. They didn’t speak, they didn’t need to. Their eyes said it all.When Robert woke up he was disoriented for a few moments, trying to establish his bearings. The room was large, one entire wall being built in wardrobes with mirrored doors. Two large chests of drawers were at one end of the room, with a big dressing table and stool over by the French windows that over looked the veranda. Area rugs were.