You have no idea how you got here. The last thing you remember you took that girl home from the bar...Edith?...Ellen?...Emma! That was her name. You w...ere actually going to get lucky for once, until you stripped down and she saw the tiny little three-inch hard-on between your legs. You remember her pointing and laughing, and then you woke up here.You look around, and everything feels so real. You can feel the twigs under your feet, and smell the wet air, but there's a strange overlay over. I woke at about 5:00 in the morning and after checking E-mail – there was one from Gloria telling me she wanted to give me a present for my new apartment anything I wanted or anything I wanted to do (she ended her E-mail by saying "Has your bed been broken in yet?).At 5:15 I walked out the front door of my apartment on the second floor and stood leaning against the banister that looked out onto the parking lot and the apartments across the way. I stood there smoking a cigarette deep in thought. After her husband left, Aika eagerly texted Brad:Aika said, "My husband is playing golf with some friends; you should come over now if you can."Brad replied, "I am on my way. Please give me your address"Aika then texted him her address. After she did that, she decided she would kick off her affair in style, by putting on thigh high stockings, a red skirt with a cute white blouse to match. She knew she looked good in heels, so she put on a pair of heels that made her stand at an imposing. I removed her slide and began to massage her perfect foot. It was soft, smooth, and very inviting. I couldn’t resist, so I bent down and ran my tongue over the ball of her foot, across her toes, down her arch, and around her heel. She had stopped talking and when I looked up at her with my tongue on her heel, she told me she wanted to leave.We went upstairs to the room I had reserved. The elevator ride was the longest in my life. We couldn’t act on our mutual desires because of the other guests.