It couldn't be much worse."Uh, okay," I agreed reluctantly."Excellent! I'll get them. You take those off."I sat to remove my shoes. Grace returned w...th the boots and kneeleddown to help me squeeze my feet into them. As she did so, I recalledhow femme the heels were - not really the style of heel you'd expect tosee on a cowboy boot.When I stood, however, I was eye-level with Grace. That was reassuring.Grace seemed satisfied as well."You look great!" she complimented me. "Very handsome!"I. Knowing that this was the woman that he woke up next to every morning made it that much better. And then there was the fight, or more realistically the shouting match. She had saved him from a beating through intimidation alone. Was he really man enough for this Amazon of a woman? Would she stay with him, be satisfied with someone like him, or was he just kidding himself?'He heard the key in the door and the sound of her boots entering the kitchen. The door closed and he heard Angel's. Oh God, it was a sublime sensation.In hardly any time at all, I was sucking cock as if I had been doing it all my life, which of course I had but only in my imagination. Only once did he have to remind me to take care with my teeth. In fact, so enthusiastically was I blowing him that I totally failed to notice that there were other men in the room. It was only when he withdrew and his cock was replaced by another, that I became aware of his friends, who are of course my friends now as well. All. There she is in the waiting room trying to muster up the courage to redirect her thoughts to something more positive rather than continue on with the angry rant she has going on in her head: ‘My fucking time is just as valuable as yours is, I may not have a college education but I have been well versed in common fucking courtesy!’ The ranting may have stopped but the toe tapping and eye rolling have just begun. She has been waiting for about fifteen minutes and is just about to leave. Before.