She started bobbing her head up and down and I was perilously close to blowing my load.Me: This is not really fair. Let me help to make you feel good ...too.Her: What do you mean?Me: I’ll lick your clit and help you cum.Her: You won’t try anything funny with your cock?Me: No, I promise (I lied).I moved down between her legs and gently spread her open. My tongue did a light flicker through her pussy lips and then my lips latched onto her clit. I sucked and licked as she began moaning and squirming,. I put the shoes on my feetand buckled the ankle straps.Angela told me to turn and look in the full-length mirror. Ihad seen a couple of men's magazines and what I saw in the mirroralmost reminded me of the centerfold picture. There were only acouple of inches between the tops of the silk stockings and the tinyred panties. The high heel shoes made my legs look longer. Thebrassiere was a front hook strapless type that made me look as if Ihad gained a cup size. I was very pleased with my. Those are what I will be wearing." These monsters must have cost a fortune. Just for one tonight they seema bit extravagant." You are right they were rather pricy; but who said they were only forone night. Besides they are a tax deduction for a girl in yourprofession. Consider them advertising."At that point the front door bell rang. Tom in a panic asked, "Who'sthat?"Helen looked at her watch and said, "It must be our ride. Betty said shewould be our chauffeur for the night. It's almost a. The board read that the next train will arrive in 10 minutes. I sat next to her. She was in a black chiffon saree and she looked sad. “What happened auntie?”, I asked.“I waited an hour to listen to you calling me ‘auntie’?”, she asked.“Sorry. It’s a bit awkward to call a woman by her name who is 7 years older than me.”“But you always say that I look young. You’ve even used the word “sexy” many times.”“Of course, you are sexy. Anyway, why are you sad?”“My parents are forcing me for marriage..