"It's been fun, surprisingly enough. Question though, what happens nextweek?" What do you mean?" I mean after I turn back into Eric, these clothes and... shoes. Should Ikeep the receipts?"Looking at Kaylee, I could see something in her eyes but it went away,returning with a smile. "Not sure...really. I imagine that since Ericdidn't buy them then the items will just appear back on the shelves. Ifnot, you will have to return them."Nodding to myself, I looked over at the bags. I still couldn't see. I stood up, offered her my hand and said:"Let's go."I had my hand inside her dress even as the elevator door was closing. I bent to kiss her and she shoved her tongue in my mouth as I fondled her tits and she ran a hand over the bulge in my pants. Once in the room I started stripping and said:"Since this is on company time there isn't any time for romance. Get out of those clothes and get on the bed." Oh?" Mary said as her dress fell to the floor, "You are just going to fuck me, is that it?". As the gentleman that I was raised to be, I helped her remover her shoes. I slipped my hand onto her shoulder and with the other I gripped her arm and eased her back onto my plush Victorian couch.Oh my God. Her feet. As I slipped off one of her shoes, I saw, for the first time, her ravishing feet. Oh my God. I am dizzy. You should have seen them. There in my callused hands, hard from years of toil, was a fragile foot, perhaps size 6 or 7, that shone like the sunrise. I was touching the softest. There is a reason. I have always felt that or been concerned that I might be a wanton. I don't want to be that type of person. I have been afraid to let go and never have. Now, I know why. I just did with disastrous results."I have never had a boy friend. I don't date. If I hadn't been 'forced' into our 'date' Saturday. I would have said, 'No, ' if you had simply asked me to dinner."I think that, underneath my bravado and ability, I am scared and a sexual wanton. I do know that you bring out a.