She had better things to do, but now that all the going-ons had been silenced, she had more time to explore herself, and her body couldn’t get enoug...h. She hated the increasing need for attention, but parts of her, well... they got more adventurous. Her mind ran through scenarios when she would ease those two fingers inside herself, moving at a slow, steady pace. It lit a fire inside her, imagining a muscular man taking her by the waist and having his way with her, and she got more depraved as. As he got close enough to her that he could reach out and catch her dangling flats, she spoke, "Show me my heels, now." It was all he could do not to eye her sexy bare feet peeking from inside those shoes. He bored his eyes into the bag and dug out the box, putting it on the floor. He looked up at her and saw her smiling almost devilishly at the price tag, not even looking at him any more. As he opened the box and the red heels glistened in the light of her room, her eyes sparkled and his. I said, “You could have joined the party hon…one more wouldn’t have made any difference after a while.”We talked a little more; he offered to get some real coffee and donuts. I took him up on his offer then, did a little more maintenance, after he was gone. A little makeup and cologne goes a long way in the morning. So does fresh coffee, some good donuts, morning wood and a big load of cum – with some stale wine. By the time the maid came knocking on doors [a few hours later] I was, once again,. The delay and uncertainty in her answer roused Ross’s suspicion. He reached over and looked into the bag and felt a little foolish when all that was in it were school books and a few other girly things that all women carry about with them. He dropped the bag back down. Adèle flinched when Ross rested his hand upon her bare knee. Her eyes swelled slightly but she fought back the tears as the strong hand slid up her thigh and under her skirt, she knew it was futile to even attempt to stop him..