I took the package from him and signed for it, and he thanked me before turning to go back to his truck. I watched his tight ass moving in those short... for a moment as he walked, but then turned away and closed the door, taking the package to the table to open it. I was kicking myself mentally for not asking him in for a drink of water or something, but at the same time knowing I was too chicken to actually go forward with hitting on another guy.Just as I got the package open, there was another. One pair was the black PVC ones I wore when they fucked me a few weeks back. One pair were red with a pointed toe and a thin ankle strap and the last pair were a cross between a shoe and an ankle boot. They were incredibly high heeled and would be very difficult to walk in, but the intention tonight was not to do too much walking. My black pimps won't make any money if their slut whore is walking around. She needs to be on her back and knees, receiving cock in her paid for ass, mouth and. She told me that it was normal to feel like that. That she masturbated quite a lot too. I was suprised to hear that, because I knew that she was married and I figured that married people always had sex. I told her that, and she laughed. She told me that she had tastes that her husband couldn't fulfill. Then she told me that she liked girls too. She told me that maybe if I helped her out that she could keep what she had caught me doing private. I said that I didn't know. That I had. ”“Like Mommy makes Ashley sad?” Birgit asked.“Something like that,” I said.“I want Mommy to come home!” Ashley declared with more than a tinge of sadness.“Me, too, Princess,” I sighed. “Me, too.”Kara came to the door of the sunroom and saw me cuddled with the girls, and turned and left. I knew we could talk after karate, before I went to lunch with Ailea. I stayed in the lounge chair until it was time to dress for karate, when the girls very reluctantly allowed me to get up.Kara and I did have.