I told her to go down to the dance floor and dance as sexily as she could, I told her to flirt and tease the men that came on to her. She looked at me...and asked why? I told her that she should realise just how sexy she really is and by seeing how many men come onto her with give her an idea. She agreed and hit the dance floor. As she started dancing it took no time before men were swarming around her trying to dance close to her. She danced with them but moved away whenever any of them laid a. "You can't wear the same shoes every day," she chided. "Women don't dothat. Moreover, you're wearing a peep toe shoe. Professional women get apedicure if their toes are going to show. Look at everyone else here."My protests that I wasn't a woman and that I was only doing thistemporarily fell on deaf ears. So, after work, for the second time in aweek, I found myself in a shoe store buying high heels. Thanks to theladies, I purchased several colors to match with my outfits -- a nude, ared. Trish stiffened, then slowly relaxed as I lingered inside her. She seemed to find it at least somewhat acceptable. I suppose I could have asked her if it was, but I wanted to move things along; I was finding this much more enjoyable than I thought I would, all the more so as I slipped in and out as deeply as I could manage, the base of the dong pressing and caressing and tantalizing my clit.Trish was drooling and gasping and making a considerable racket for a gagged girl, so I slowed the pace. "I think that fromnow on I should just call you Dee. That way at home you will be Dee, mylover, and girlfriend. And if I call you Dee outside people will justthink it's "D", short for David. That way only we will know what Deemeans." I suppose that would be all right," I agreed. Knowing full well Lisawas going to be calling me Dee all the time from then on, no matter whatI said. She had a habit of teasing me with things like that in front ofother people. Especially in front of other people.Once.