Most I boughtfor myself to use at work. Some I bought for myself to wearspecifically anywhere but work. Some of my footwear collection wasbought for... me by some of my clients. That could also be fun.One man in particular was very fun with that. His needs were specificand they were simple and they were exact. He would be dressed as alittle schoolgirl (of a specific school) and be kneeling for me as Ientered the room. The beautiful five inch stiletto heels he wanted meto wear would be placed. Her skirt was up around her waist, her hot little ass stark naked and wiggling in the air. Her right hand jerked between her legs and pussy cream dribbled from her sizzling, juice-saturated cunt. She licked her lips, watching Barb's hot toes slide up and down Skip's cock, watching Skip's foreskin slide, watching fuck-lube bubble out of Skip's pisshole and dribble over Barb's toes. She wanted to suck Skip's big cock, to lick Barb's lube-wet toes. She wanted to pull Skip's toes out of Barb's. Decisions, decisions. As I pulled onto Route 7 north my piss hard on finally started to get the best of me and I decided that I would stop at the Clifton Park rest area to relieve myself. Just a few miles to go.Clifton Park is a pretty big rest area, with two separate mens rooms. I never can decide which to use, though I guess it didn't matter that evening because I just had to piss so badly. I veered right at the mens room entrance and stepped up to the closest urinal. It's always hard for me. "Please not like this. It's very early in the morning and it's Christmasmorning," Martin said looking at the swollen head of the cock.Martin looked up at his husband with pleading eyes only to feel the tipof the cock touch his lips. As Martin lowered his eyelids while the Baroneased forward. Martin's lips were forced open, wider and wider as hepushed."GAWK!!!!" came the deep throated gagging sound from Martin. His eyeswere squeezed tightly shut and he squirmed placing his palms on theBaron's.