I hear a muffled giggle from next to me and then the sound of a belt buckle being undone. A thought occurs to me. I slowly lean over and... yes! I can... see his black leather shoes, behind her heels in the stall next door. Pressing my ear to the partition I can hear her heavy breathing, and the rhythmic slap slap slap of his balls against her clit as he thrusts his thick dick into her tight pussy. The bass, muffled by the cinder-block walls of the toilet block, pounds in time with his thrusting.. I came to New York City, my things were stolen. Some kind people helped me along the way. I worked menial jobs and was just thinking that it wouldn't work and maybe I'd failed, when the good Lord sent an angel to save me." An angel?" The most wonderful guy you could imagine." This Kent...Frazier?" Yes." He's quite rich from what I've read." Yes. He is. But more than that he's kind and smart and he's shown me things I'd never have seen." You're living with him?" No, I have my own place to stay.. I pointed him toward my house, which was just around the block and he pulled up in front. It felt a bit weird about getting a ride just up the street. “Text me sometime when you want to do something,” Skylar said after he parked. “Um.” I looked at my house and then at him. “You can come inside if you want.” “Want me to meet your parents already huh?” He said with a laugh. “They’re not even home!” I said quickly, trying to debunk his joke. “Anyway, I’m going in, so you can come if you want.” I. "See something you like?"I couldn't think of anything to say in response-- I would have denied it, but the words stuck in my throat because they weren't true, her foot, the red-painted toenails, the little piggies at the end-- I liked it all, I knew I did."I've seen you looking at my feet," she said. "I've seen how you watch me walk around in my fuck-me pumps." I looked down to see what Beth was doing, my heart racing, head pounding. She was playing with the kids, oblivious to what was going on.