"Then why are you crying?" demanded Dillandra."They, they are so pretty Mistress. I never had such pretty shoes before."She was trying to prance in th...m and doing more wobbling than I wascomfortable with."Slowly Kitten," I cautioned her. "You need to learn to walk in your newheels before you begin to prance." Here you go Kitten, your second pair," Dillandra added the second pairatop her pile of uniforms."T, two pairs?" she gasped in shock. "I, I mean two pairs Mistress?" Yes you twig brain,". Heather wasalmost attractive. He started to relax. She led him still without anyclothes into the spare bedroom where his outfit for the day was laid outon the bed. Walking in he saw nothing to raise his suspicions. Therewere blue jeans on the bed next to a red knit sweater. Little did he knowwhat was in store for him.Ellen turned to her husband and couldn't help herself as she teased, "Ihave a husband with tits. Who'd have thunk it." Ellen giggled. Sheopened the underwear drawer and. Ingles and the other two girls walked in a moment later. We placed our orders and sat down to wait. Service was fast, and about five minutes later, we all had our lunches. We ate and I listened to the girls chatter on about school, boys, and what they planned to do over the summer. I did talk a bit with Mrs. Ingles and learned she was a buyer for Sears, and was separated from her husband, a supervisor for the Streets and Sanitation Department.We finished our lunches, and headed back towards the. All the boys I had dated were nice boys who treated me well. When i started dating and i had a few nice boyfriends and then in college i met who i thought was THE ONE.Marco was an exchange student the same as me. It was lust at first sight. As soon as I looked at Him I blushed and giggled. He was so handsome that it made me feel awkward and made me tingle. He was lean and athletic. Marco was a brilliant student, he wore fashionable clothing and expensive Italian shoes. English wasn't his.