"Marc! This is my wife Charlene. Honey!!! This is Mr. Kelly." he said. He turned to present his wife. I smiled again. Charlene was about 5ft 3 with lo...g brunette hair. She was wearing a black coat that hid her body. She had a perfect smile. Along with some very sexy eyes. I froze for a second as she looked my up and down. "Please! Come in." I said. I opened the door for Marc to come in first. A few seconds later I held my hand out to help Charlene into my house. "You have a very nice house Mr.. He could practically see the cylindrical swell of Harry’s cock reshape her inner walls as he plowed in and then allow them to try and regain their former tightness as he pulled out. Hermione’s scream was one continuous, long whine now – growing suddenly in pitch as he smashed into her hips and then steadily decreasing in pitch as he retreated.And then, even as he started increasing the pace, Harry took his hands off Hermione’s hips momentarily, grabbed her legs and pushed them up and around his. I was a bit disappointed, I had hoped for some praise, and I also realised that she had already finished her coffee, that she didn't need the spoon at all.Oh God, her question, the one about her heels. But now it felt so much easier to admit it, after all she had made me clean that yucky spoon; she just had to have a cruel, sadistic, dominant side; she would not only understand, she might find my confession attractive. So I just told her, told her about my high heel fetish, how for some weird. She was the only one dressed entirely in black, with the studded leather dog collar round her neck.A few days later was the gala dinner, and during the live entertainment I slipped outside. I was feeling buzzed, but I wanted to get some fresh air and there she was, with Lisa (one of the other coders) at the conference. She was trying to get her cigarette lit, but the evening breeze made it difficult to get it started. I thought "this is it", stepped up to them both and said "here, let me help"..