The last things I was wearing were a pair of heels and a tiny g-black string. “Like my arse baby?” I teased as I turned my back to him, knowing he... has a fetish for it and hasn’t seen it for almost three weeks.Even if I say so myself, it would turn most men on as I looked in the mirror. High heels, and voluptuous arse cheeks framed by my tiny g-string did look good. He steps out of the shower and still wet, though with a roaring erection, kneels behind me, licks and kisses my arse cheeks as he. .was your associate's doing...?" Iasked, flabbergasted. I suppose it made sense in retrospect, but it wasstill crazy."Yes, and Jessica's father's promotion and ensuing move were mine. I feltthat you had a right to build your new life from a certain measure ofscratch, and Jessica was the main holdover from my old one." That, of course, brings us to the here and now," Stephen continued, "Yousee, you are the last loose end. A little girl with the mind of a highschool boy. I originally planned to. I think you need to be taught how to control your erections."Liz lowered his panties and when I returned put the plastic bag of crushed ice over his cock and balls and watched them shrivel.Liz took a vibrator from her bag, switched it on, straddling him again, shoving the tip of it against the gusset of her panties, pushing the material into her hot, wet pussy. She continued fucking herself with the dildo for a few minutes before pulling the vibrator out and flick the gusset aside, inserting. "No... wait" I said, quickly reaching back into the closet. I take out a black pump shoe, one of two pairs of work shoes that my mum wore the most often, always with sheer nylons worn in accordance with the workplaces dress code. The soles were scruffy and well-worn, fading grey with years of use. "This is the smelliest one" I said with a grin. "Want to try it?" I said, wondering if it would finally breach his tolerance levels. I knew from experience that this was not a shoe to handle lightly..