It was a warm May evening, she looked good in her white dress with red stripes and heels. The breeze lifted her dress up a bit. She looked great. We k...ssed. We sat in her car. Then I, with great uncertainty, asked her the Million Dollar question-"May I see you again"-yes. Great!We met the next week. We went to a movie-nothing happened, but she showed me an array of some (but not all) of her toys. I stared in awe and was getting excited. There was a small butt plug, cuffs, a paddle, belts for. “I trust you, and I trust her.”“You can’t trust me,” I said firmly.“Bob, she’s going to learn about it somewhere. At least I know you love her.” She looked at me oddly. “If anything I’m a bit jealous.”“You’re shitting me,” I gasped.“Language!” she warned.“Sorry,” I said, blushing.“I said that word when I came on his finger,” said Heather, as if she was simply talking about how I’d touched her. “Sorry,” she said, looking sheepish.“Oh?” Beth’s voice rose an octave.“I told you,” I moaned. “Things. But still..it was out powered by her busty boobs’ provocation. Her words were like some background music for me…I was enjoying the show and they were playing in the background.I think she told something and i dint answer for a long time, she lifted her face and asked..”what?”….me:”what perfume u use, u smell well?”she:”ahh…it is *&^%$ sir, pls make it soon i am getting late…”me:”ok”I continued but nevertheless it took more than 2 hours for me to fill up everything and put so many signatures. As Veronica's perfectly formed and beautifully arched bare right foot with its scarlet painted toenails came into view, those drinkers nearest the staircase ceased talking and looked to see what female charms were to follow this wondrous extremity. Although our heroine was scrupulously adhering to the instruction to move slowly and with dignity, they did not have long to wait. With each downward step, the skirt parted to reveal those, by this time, much viewed thighs and calves with their well.