I decided to go shopping that morning, I called her and ask if she wanted to go to the porn shop with me. She said she did, and we arranged to meet th...ere and look around.We found matching outfits, thongs, thigh highs, and heels. I told her that we should try them on before buying them. We are about the same size, and that is where the similarities ended. She was fair skinned where I was darker. She had long straight sandy blonde hair ,I have medium length curly brown hair. We were opposites in. Peter was shorter though still quite tall, and the word ‘chubby’ came to mind. His face was florid and he had the build of an executive who tries to look after himself but has too many business lunches to keep his weight down.So began a strange preliminary trial. Peter Klinsman and Thomas Klinsman were asked to confirm their names and addresses. Then they were read the accusation, which was of aggravated trespass and inflicting actual bodily harm with intent, and were asked how they would. I swear!” I said back.He grabbed my hand and pulled me into the bedroom. His girlfriend still naked stood their and said, “Who is she?”“It is our cleaning lady! She was getting off in the hallway as we fucked!” the boyfriend said.“No! No! This is a big misunderstanding!” I cried out.“There is no misunderstanding!” the boyfriend said to me as he slid his hand down into my sweats.“Why is your pussy so wet then?” he said to me.I couldn’t answer him as my pussy was on fire. His girlfriend walked. "Can you buckle them, Papi?" She said with a mischievous grin as I took the delicate strap of the Mary-Jane detailing and buckled the thin strap over her forefoot and then did the same with the other. She turned around, kneeling on the bed, heels behind her, ass up, head down and put her hand between her legs and spread open her snug, wet pussy."Like it Papi? Like what you see? Show me how you fucked the girl in your dream. Fuck your high heeled slut. Give it all to me." She said as I moved.