You jolt and shiver as Stacey kisses you. Another kiss over your labia, and another, so hot, so soft, so satisfying! Stacey takes your cues and gently...strokes her nimble tongue up and over your skin, as you breathe hard, your heart pounding so loudly.You clench your legs, feeling Stacey’s fingertips place themselves over your labia, parting it ever so slightly, and moving up to your already growing clitoris, capturing it and massaging it in tiny circles, all while Stacey’s face moved back and. .. well, as far as one can gasp into a gag. Blow followed blow and with the increasing application, Maryanne found her legs drawing themselves up at the knee... achieving no more than adding arousingly to her vulnerability. Worse, her skirt she could feel, was riding up her thighs."I know its naughty, but let's see what panties a pretty little girl like you wears around town Maryanne," muttered the voice. She wriggled uselessly as she felt a hand yanking her skirt right up."Blue suits you. You are in good hands with us dear."Yes, Mary slipped on my high heels, gave me a purse, and dragged me outthe door to shop. I asked her why I had to wear high heels all thetime. Cathy smiled saying, "Paula your heels help you swing your hips,and makes you understand you are a pretty girl. Plus every step makeyou think about your new position in life and hearing the clickingsends you a message of being all girl. I think it is working, look atyourself."Off we went, Cathy, Mary and I to the mall.. One day I came home from work earlier without calling. I wanted to surprise her so I was very quiet when I got in. The surprise was actually for me because I heard some noises coming from the living room, then I saw my wife enjoying a stranger fucking her from behind. They didn't saw or heard me and I just turned around and left.A strange thing happened then...all I could see was the picture of that guy fucking my wife and all I could hear was the pleasure in their voices but instead of getting.