”We went upstairs to Miss Constance’s bedroom, through and into a large dressing room and built in wardrobe.“The problem is that I’ve no where...to put all my shoes.” she laughed. “What do you think you could do?”Imelda Marcos eat your heart out, she had more pairs of shoes than you’d need to stock a good sized shoe shop.“No, Imelda had far more, still, I might get there one day,” she giggled.Had I said that about Imelda Marcos out loud?“Your face showed your thoughts.”I took some dimensions and. They were like older sisters to me, showing me all they knew aboutfashions and the art of being a woman, things they had spent a lifelearning, that I had to pick up in a few days.The first two shops were trendy women's wear stores that catered to theyoung, and we spent nearly an hour in each, with me trying on dozens ofoutfits and being told which to buy, and which were too 'kiddie,''skanky' or 'oldish' with the latter pejorative apparently the mostdeadly. I had to concentrate, because they. I did. Sam rubbed her breasts in my face as she rose up to began her ride again. I held her shapely ass and helped her rhythm as she moved up and down my cock once more. There was nowhere else I wanted to be then where I was at that moment. Being completely bare inside my young lover, feeling every ridge inside her pussy ripple up and down my cock. I loved fucking her and she loved fucking me. We had finally consummated our desire and there was one final act left - the magnum opus. I first. "Ennio smiled again, “And here I thought I was gonna have to keep you here against your will."Emmanuelle rested her chin on his shoulder and smiled back, a devious, seductive smile with big puppy dog eyes looking up at him. She whispered, "I can play that role if you want me to, master.”He leaned in and kissed her, and she kissed him back with her arms around him. He picked her up, swept her off her feet. She asked, “Are we going somewhere master?”“I'm moving you out of this dump and into my.