It smelled horribly but yet it smelled of Mick Emmerson.The bridge rumbled constantly from the traffic overhead. She spied a backpack along a concrete...pillar that was partially unzipped. A few porn magazines poked out the opening. She turned her head and looked at the path as she pulled one out. The cover showed a smiling woman’s face surrounded by multiple hard cocks. The magazines were extremely hardcore as she thumbed through the pages. Each pictorial had a story to accompany it with. "Will I do?" She turned to me.We grinned at each other. She knew how well she looked."Magic. Are you two in love?" I asked. Suddenly it was time for confidences.She looked at me, suddenly shy. She burrowed among the bags on the bed and fished out a photograph in a frame. It was a rather charming studio picture of her."Which is Robert's room? I want to leave this for him." Answer enough.I left her then to go and put the finishing touches to the evening's arrangements. The next time I saw her,. Whenever I fucked arse I would think it was me on all fours dressed as a slut taking a big cock up my tight arse hard.I was gutted when the relationship ended as I no longer had the high heels to wear, so for the first I went and purchased my own. My god it made me feel so horny ask the shop assistant for a size 7 high heeled shoe, I first thought that she didn't know they were for me, that was until she came back with the sexy black strappy heels, she looked me in the eye and said "would you. I know that it wasn't happening with my customers - that I would have known. I keep good track as to what's going on with the people to whom I sell and they would have complained to me in a second if they had been pressured."I can guess what you're thinking," Ray smiled at me. "I know that it wasn't happening to your clients. He was playing his games with large, wholesale accounts. He was cutting prices and getting dough back under the table. What first tipped us off was the red flag that was.