" Anne corrected her wayward daughter's comment with a shrug. "Mom, I'm five eleven. I don't think I need heels." James said again, trying to get away...from this particular style of shoe. "Yes, you do." Anne said, fitting the dark shoes to each of James' feet in turn. James finally relented, as she had all day. There were more important things to fight about, after all. It wasn't like she was actually going to have to wear these things when she got up to Moscow, anyway. She remembered how she. I see you reach into my nightstand and come out with the ballgag. A few seconds later your body goes tense and you cum in my mouth. Your cock is almost instantly replaced by the ballgag and I can only watch as you leave my room, watch . . . and swallow what you’ve given me. You may have left my room, but I know you’re not gone. This isn’t over, yet. I’ve almost drifted back to sleep before I’m startled awake by your hand pressing into my back with one hand and violently tearing my panties off. In a few gulps she downed an instant cappuccino and a piece of toast, and headed off to the steamy streets to find a cab.Darla wasn't a native of her current metropolitan home, but she had developed the skills to survive and knew how brash she had to be sometimes to get a cab in a hurry. As she left the cavernous apartment lobby she pulled out two quarters for the weekly industry newspaper which she needed to read later. She headed to the newsstand and threw down the two bits and reached down. I bid the crowd good day, as I make my way to the door, shaking hands, exchanging hugs and a few kisses. Grinning and waving at them (of course my eyes focus only on one) Through the door and down the hall, I swiftly carry myself to make the preparations. Quickly I set the mood, putting all into place. After I change into comfortable gray sweatpants and a crisp white t-shirt. Just as I finish, my task, I hear a gentle knock. At my side of the door I feel elated and delighted with anticipation.