We pause and go our table. The waiter had just brought our ‘margaritas’. After finishing our drinks we head back into the dance floor. The pulsing...beat of the drums and the fast-paced music seem to fill the whole club with a kind of raw animal energy. As we dance, I can feel your body heat up, sweating as you move without inhibition. Suddenly the fast dance music ends and the band plays a slow, romantic ballad. We embrace and slowly rock to the beat. You are glowing, your heart beating fast. I. I was definitely taller - the floor seemed so much further away now - yet I was still completely dwarfed by my landlord. In fact, wearing the dainty high heels only made me feel more vulnerable; whatever I gained in height, I had to make up for with careful balance and delicate little steps. I definitely wouldn't be running anywhere in these shoes. "The high heels will take some getting used to, so I want you to wear those around the house as practice. Why don't you go do the dishes. I need to. There was jealousy. But jealous ofher. Oh I wanted to feel a man in me like that. And there was lust.Wanting to join them. Wanting to kiss and lick and suck anything theywould allow me to. Wanting to crawl between his legs and lick from hisballs to her ass and back.They were so hot. So beautiful together. The passion they shared for eachother was obvious. The knowledge of each other's needs and bodies thatcomes from years of being together. And then they came, together.Mistress arching her back. Maria was no different. Maria instinctively began to move her hips and cunt up and down against the hungry mouth that was devouring her very soul. Maria’s head tossed side to side as her hands ran through her hair and alternated to run across the balding head of her uncle as he gobbled her cookies. He soon had a hand on the side of each of Maria’s sexy hips as he pulled his meal tightly to his mouth. Maria couldn’t control her hips and legs as they disconnected from her brain and yielded to.