Now she has that problem with me, I thought darkly.I wasn't done. The heels I wanted waived gaily from the floor and I carried them to Mom's bed, sat ...n the edge, and carefully slipped them on. Tight, but not cramp-inducing, I thought. I tried standing up, and laughed."Walk on your toes," my future wife suggested. I glanced over, not starting so badly this time."Who are you really?" I said. She wasn't just the girl from the video."Who do you think I am?" An irritating little twat who answers. Panties, mmmm, they deserve better attention as they glide over my nylons and into place. I tucked my balls inside myself and pulled their sheer lace prison into place. The sensation not producing a hardening clitty as you might expect but a copious flow of delicious precum. Shuddering, I pulled on my slip, followed by my dress with rapid buttoning. After a quick satisfying twirl in the wardrobe mirror I sat heavily again in front of the dressing table, trying to catch my breath. Wig! Again,. I just started undressing her, and she thought I wanted a quickly while he showered. She was surprised when I pushed her into the steamy bathroom, and trough the shower curtain,then I left the bathroom expecting to hear a short flurry of sex then they'd come out.Well there was the shower wall bumping, her moaning his grunt getting off. the shower turned off, I could hear her toweling him off, then sucking him, then the shower went on and they fucked again. She moaned even more loudly yelling. The woman who greeted Ali like an old friend was tall and slim, rich, dark skin with gorgeous jet-black hair reaching down her back, dressed in a dark blue jacket and skirt, with semi-transparent pale-blue blouse showing her obvious charms to wonderful effect."Marie," Ali called, "This is Janet, an old friend, she is manageress of this sordid den of iniquity." Less of the 'old' , if you don't mind," the woman replied, "And it is not a den of iniquity. We sell select, high-quality toys and.