? *On the sixth day of Christmas my true love sent to meSix pairs of Blahniks. *I opened the...first box and removed the high heels within almost reverantly.These weren't just shoes; these were works of art. Like most guys, I'd neverentirely understood the female obsession with shoes. Back in college myroomie had acquired the nickname 'Imelda' when the other guys found out heowned more than three pairs of shoes. Which pretty much sums up. He was still the aggressor and Iwas still the submissive but now there was a match of hardware andsoftware and by the time I felt him making it to second base I waskissing him back. Then in an act of shear lust he ripped off my shirtand buttons flew everywhere revealing slight sloping breasts with deepred nipples that were extended and hard. I at seeing myself I thenrealized I had truly loss my new wife because I was the wife now and mysoul mate, my true love, and now my husband was going to. But to have her desires thrust upon me and the added expectation to perform on command? That's bollocks! I'm not sadistic, inflicting pain isn't my bag. But pain is the proper tool to return a brat to her place. I side step the feet and slither on top of her, my tongue probing her mouth for hers. My left hand fondles her body like it's the first time I've ever touched a woman while my right removes my belt. She's trying to be coy and dominant by resisting my attempts to bind her wrists. She's. But there are more dirty things to clean in here, said KJ seductively rubbing his hands over his body.You are paid to clean, so maybe for an extra tip you could clean everything in this room. His hand idly dropped to his enormous package and gently stroking life into it. Soon his cock was growing a little and Alex’s eyes were transfixed. Alex glanced at his watch and then started to unbutton his tunic. I can stay for 10 minutes, said Alex, but that’s it, than I have to go to my next job. Alex.