Women are funny about shoes, you know? They like to look and shop, and admire and try on, and look and shop some more. Up until that day I liked men s...hoppers better. They come in to buy. They try on one pair, maybe two, make their purchase and leave.I figured I was in for a half-hour of running back and forth to the stockroom, opening boxes, and all. What crap. If I had only known what lay ahead, I'm sure my attitude would have been better."And what size are you?" I asked, summoning my most. Then I move up to your mouth and drop my balls into your mouth. I force you to start sucking my balls and you oblige. You massage them with your hands and suck on them gently and play with them with your tongue. I finally get up after a little while and grab your leash and pull you to the ground onto your feet. I order you to crawl before me and you get on your hands and knees. I then grab your leash and bring you out onto the balcony. You follow me out and then I pull you up onto your feet. I could taste the salty pre-cum as I slid my mouth over his cock and down on his shaft. He moaned gently as I dove deeper. My mouth was very dry for some reason though and I was not getting the lubrication I needed. He reached under a table next to the chair and pulled out a bottle of some kind. He squeezed out a palm full of the liquid and began to apply it to his cock. With the other hand he took my left arm and pulled me upward and said I need to be inside you now. I was pretty sure I. Around five p.m, John touched her on the arm. Once he was sure she was awake, he asked, “Hey sleepy head, aren’t you getting hungry for dinner?”She stretched, yawned and suggested, “How about ordering something from room service, and spending the evening just relaxing and preparing ourselves for the tour we booked?”John replied, “That’s a great idea. If I remember right, we go down to the lobby and await the tour bus which is scheduled to arrive here at eight a.m. tomorrow.”Jennifer sat up.