I don’t think she had a bra on and I was ninety nine percent certain she had no knickers, but I hadn’t actually checked the latter in my suave and...sophisticated way.Sarah’s eyes fell wide open when she surveyed everyone in the room. Her eyes wandered from person to person taking in the sights. Most of the women were dressed in high heels, hence the name, but a few had extreme fetish-ware on, and I do mean extreme.Sarah nudged my arm, “Look at her…”, she exclaimed.I saw a woman dressed in a one. We had been talking about it for weeks. It kinda grossed me out at the thought of putting his “thing” in my mouth, but it also excited me at the same time. I don’t know if I was more excited for him to go down on me, or for me to go down on him. We both agreed to meet at his fort after school one day. I stole some porn magazines from my brothers room, and stuffed them into the bottom of my backpack. We wanted to see how it was done. My panties were soaked by the end of the school day, with the. How could my husband continue in such an offhand manner as though nothing was happening, whilst his wife stood stripped to the waist in front of all our guests. I moved like an automaton to the hi-fi , conscious of my breasts swaying and bouncing as I walked. I turned on the music. Paul spoke again, ‘Lewis, won’t you ask Brianna to dance.’ Lewis was one of the junior partners in my firm, essentially my boss. He is a young good looking man, and normally I would enjoy the prospect of dancing with. We chatted for a while. William said that my wife was the sluttiest married bitch he had ever fucked. Since he had met Ana, the bastard had not tried to fuck any other woman in the office. He then told me about Jamison, a good friend who had assisted with him to high school. He said that both guys used to share girlfriends or any woman they could pick up; especially if the bitches were white and happily married.He laughed, saying all white married bitches loved black cock…William said that he.