Jack tried the door straight ahead, it was locked. He tried the door on the left. This one was open. The door swung open to reveal a flight of stairs ...eading down apparently to the basement. Jack turned to try the door on the right, it too was locked. He turned back to head through the one open door.Susan protested, "No Jack I don't want to go down there!" Come on it might be fun, what do you think, we're going to find a dungeon down there?", he teased."God Jack, I think you're crazy," Susan. He had never been able to stand the taste of vodka since then. He hoped the same would not be true for beer from now on.He stood up and looked at himself in the mirror. He looked terrible. At the least, small kids and grandmothers would be frightened of him – maybe. He took a little water from the tap and rinsed out his mouth trying to get rid of the horrible taste in it. Then he drank a couple mouthfuls of water trying to rehydrate his body.“At least I don’t have to work today.”Turning to the. " Because they sell the clothing, they have dressing rooms. I told him I would love to model them for him.He selected a pair of black patent leather shoes with six-and-a-half -inch heels and two-inch platforms. He then got down on his knees, took my feet out of my booties and slipped on the heels. He then took my hand to help me up. It took a moment to get used to the heels, but they felt and looked amazing.He picked up a tube of lube and paid for everything. With that, I went into the. I could taste the salty pre-cum as I slid my mouth over his cock and down on his shaft. He moaned gently as I dove deeper. My mouth was very dry for some reason though and I was not getting the lubrication I needed. He reached under a table next to the chair and pulled out a bottle of some kind. He squeezed out a palm full of the liquid and began to apply it to his cock. With the other hand he took my left arm and pulled me upward and said I need to be inside you now. I was pretty sure I.