She was testing me. I kept looking at her."Is that how you kissed Marge last night?" she asked. She was breathing deep."I guess so." I said. "It's dif...erent with every girl." Oh." she seemed surprised. "What else did you do with Marge? Other than ... you know," she amended her question. "I don't want to do that," she reiterated.I began to understand that Suzy wanted to do ... something ... but didn't want to volunteer to do ... anything. She wanted to be convinced, or something like that, to do. She kept it up until he was certain he could not stand it amoment longer. When she said that he needed shoes he readily agreed.He even agreed when she showed him what she proposed to strap onto hisfeet.The shoes were platform, oxford style, ankle boots. What made themextreme was that they were what were called ballet style in that theyhad an extreme arch and heels eleven inches high. He knew because shetold him so. Once they were laced he was happy that he could not betickled any more but. As I sat at home after a long day at work I sorted through my mail, I noticed a envolope from the company I worked for as a line supervisor for a electonic company. I opened my letter to see, it was the office party invite, it was in the usual style dinner jacket,black tie and posh hotel in the centre of the city,free drink,food and entertainment. The day arrived and we all assembeled at the factory to get the bus, this is the only time everyone was the same. We left for the short journey that. “Oh my god,” Rachel said as she picked up another shoebox from her closet. She showed me that inside of it was at least three or four pairs of her panties in ziplock bags, most likely for his sniffing and masturbating pleasure. I personally didn’t blame him for snagging a few of her thongs – I myself had stolen a few after fuck sessions because her stinky musk stinks to her underwear like glue. Her thongs would stay stinky for months after I’d steal them, offering countless nights of sucking.