"She held up the spectacularly high heels and grinned. Sissy studied the strappy sandals and bit her lip nervously."I can't wear those. How will I fas...en them on?" Somebody will have to dress you each time darling and you will always have to wear them. You won't be able to wear anything else," grinned Jackie, "those new feet of yours will only be able to carry those spectacular boobs if they are supported by properly designed heels at all times, but enough of the shoes for now. First, we'll. I peel my shirt off as you continue to make me your slave. Your hand slides up over my chest as the other continues to destroy my resolve. I should know better. This is your game after all. You know what pushes my buttons and you use every last trick in the book to make them work. Your mouth continues to stroke my cock as you pull the torn material from your body. You’ve decided you’ve had your fun with me so now it’s my turn to play. I don’t think we’ve ever played this game before. You ease. You can feel it brushing against my teeth as you taste the pre-cum beginning to leak from me. My tongue sliding between your lips, sucking on your hot pussy as my tongue fucks into your wetness. In and out as you stroke me harder and faster. Both of us quickly climbing higher and higher towards a nice climax. Your ass rocking back and forth on my face as I eat your deliciously wet cunt. The juices pouring from you into my mouth making my cock throb as you slide the swollen head to the back of. " Oh I am sorry." No. Don't be. I am well over it now, and to tell the truth he was never much of a husband. I would have liked children, but in retrospect it was better this way. Richard would have been a terrible father. More interested in my money, than me." That I find hard to believe." Marilyn's face lit up with a smile."Thank you. What about you?" I finished my coffee before I replied. Marilyn refilled my cup."I was married, but her mother thought I would never amount to much, so put lots.