I have to try to be at least semi comfortable. She snatches them away from me and shakes her head. Reaching into her never ending bag she pulls out a ...air of red stilettos that match my bra and thong. I stand in front of the mirror and take a long look. My long dark hair cascades down my back, my makeup is nicely done. I'm wearing the very low cut black dress with my breasts pushed up to a gravity defying height. Black fishnet stockings and red stilettos. Secretly I do kind of think I look. About half an inch wide and 4 inches tall. No wonder I had missed it – I hadn’t touched her body in almost one and half years.With her blunt cut complete, Nupur helped the old man enter her hole. She lifted her legs over his shoulders while he kept his short dick inside her and put his face to her cleavage.He couldn’t keep up for long and came within a few strokes. His weak dick leaked cum as soon as he touched Nupur’s pert boobs. Though she had done the impossible, Nupur was yet to fulfill her. He made her wait. For ten minutes she knelt with her quivering ass turned to his power. Finally, his drawer opened again, and she felt the clamp bite her first sensitive nipple. She recognized the pinch and knew he had chosen a strong pair that would bring pain to a level she hadn’t experienced in almost two years. She instinctively moved away from the second, but his hand found her ass in punishment. A dozen stinging smacks, one after the other fell in breathtaking succession on her white,. Bitch boy, you wouldn’t want to see your Mistress in pain, would you?”“No Mistress Michelle” I replied quickly.“I didn’t think so. So why don’t you take them off for me?”I pulled off one of her shoes and was immediately overwhelmed by the pungent odour of her sweaty feet.“Yes, those shoes always make my feet stink but that’s not going to be a problem for you, is it?” she mused.“No Mistress Michelle”.“Take a good whiff, and I want to hear you breathe in. Go on, take in my odour, you should be.