Because it also covered a tight denim skirtabout three inches shorter than Marcia would have liked to see it.Phoebe's hair, freshly washed and extensi...vely blown dry, was smooth andshiny as a crow's wing. She was not just attractive; she was astrikingly beautiful girl."I've made breakfast...well, I guess, technically, it's more like lunchat this point... more like drunch, really" Marcia said, trying for alight tone. She gestured at the table like one of those high-heeled gameshow hostesses. On the way home I slide over and cuddled up next to Alex while he was driving and started running my nails along his thigh he squirmed a little but said nothing. When we get home I go and change into a pair of black short shorts and a tight low cut blue tank labeled"heart breaker" and of course I keep of my signature golden wing necklace in the shape of a heart.He's laying on the couch I walk over to him bend over so were at face level and ask innocently if he likes my necklace, forcing him to. Chris looked back at his beautiful wifeand promised to be her slave from now on.Miss Moore laughed and said good for him. That being a sissy slave tosuch a sexy woman would be reward in itself and he should thank herproperly. He stood up, turned, sank to his knees and began to lick hiswife's shoes in supplication. Milly looked down in satisfaction as hershoes were treated to a good tongue lashing and she asked Miss Moore ifher husband did this for her."Of course he does! The first thing I did. Eventually I whispered, as we lay in a withering clasp, "Guess I win?" With me," she whimpered, "you always win."We lay there afterwards, totally cuddling; licking and kissing and nibbling and whispering. Abigail giggled, then reached down to run a finger the short stretch up my sticky little cock. "So ... why didn't you ever show me this before? Hmm? Before today? Like today, just one look would've sold me." What? Like I should've walked into the den while you were watching t.v. and just stood.