." she stuttered. "I could wear sneakers.." Oh, no Annie. I was thinking more of the classic, French maid type.. do you have any black stilettos?" U..., no... y-you want me to wear h-high heels while I clean your house?" Haha, well it sounds silly when you put it that way. I just think, if we're gonna do this, you should look the part." Well.. I don't really have many pairs of heels... I never wear them." She was looking more and more scared."Yeah, why is that? I wear them all the time. . I turned to see Eric driving a beat up old Chrysler.“It’s my bro’s,” he explained, “Get in. I need to talk.”I nodded and got in the passenger seat. We were silent as he drove out to a parking lot far away from our neighbourhood.“I’m going,” he said when we stopped.“Going where?”“Toronto.”“Why?”“Too dangerous around here with Luke gunning for me,” he explained.“I’m not exactly out of his sights,” I pointed out.“You’ll be fine,” Eric said with a shrug, “Luke’s pissed at you for stopping him but. The crying became more insistent from the girl. As Trish started to grunt with the exertion she saw the girls legs start to sink to the table. ?Almost there girl just a little more to go.? ?wheee?. arrraaa?huhuhhu? came from the girl as her legs gave out completely. Her insistent cries were interspaced with moans. With a final plop Trish felt the flared end of the plug press against the girls butt. Nearly falling over and slightly out of breath she took a moment to pause running her hands. She slowly sauntered over me, straddling my knees with her own, running her hand over my chest, gradually lower and lower, grinding herself along my cock, giggling at the low moan it produced. She slowly undid the rest of my buttons, and pulled my pants down to reveal me penis, strong and erect, straining at my boxers. Sharnie lifted the band of my boxers out and over my penis, making sure she didn’t touch me at all in the process, stroking my thighs, running her hands along my pelvic bone but.