Our car was parked at the very end of the parking lot and there was a large tree providing cover on one side. The car glass was tinted but from nearer...the car the inside was clearly visible. I looked around again and there was a middle aged couple standing close to the car on the left side. My wife begged me to do something and I took the risk of bending down briefly, inhaled her pungent genital smell and ran my tongue on her crotch. The bitch slid her panties to one side to fully expose her. "Whose are these?" Whose are what?" I asked without turning my head."These shoes." What shoooo..." I started to say before it dawned on me what she haddiscovered. It was my high heels. My 5" stiletto, black patent leatherheels... the heels that I wear when she wasn't around. They had been hiddeep in the closet jumble."Those... those are mine".She didn't say another word and neither did I. We stared at each otherfor what felt like eternity then she smiled the tiniest of smiles andwalked away.Not. However, standing here watching myfather, dressed like a whore, being fucked by a big black man turned meon. That thought scared me.I must have made a noise or something because my father's eyes opened andhe looked right at me. He smiled and actually winked. My hand shot up tomy mouth to stifle a gasp and I turned and ran downstairs. I retreated tothe kitchen and paced back and forth for what seemed like an hour, tryingto come to terms with what I just saw and how it made me feel. Then Iheard. The last I heard you had been arrested by the Gestapo?" No, Henry, I was never in the care of the Geheime Staatspolitzei. The Schutzstaffel came and fetched me and I now work for Obersturmbannführer Joachim, Pfalzgraf von und zu Döring-Esser."The Colonel rose and bowed to Sir Henry, clicking his heels. As he did so he wondered just what Lady Johnson would say to her husband to account for her unexplained absence."But why did you not tell me you were going to work for him? And what work do you.