Not to mention I was returning the favor most of the time with my hand under her white panties and two of my fingers slipped in her tight soaked pussy.... Let me just say fingering a women infront of your wife is just insanely hot as fuck. When closing time hit Gina told us to wait for her, then the three of us walked to the car together. At this point im in shock, I'm wondering if my wife is really that wasted to do this or was this a secret fantacy or something but she seemed to be having a. We retired to a more private room on the other side of the house. A cozy den with a nice fire going. We kissed a little now and then and proceeded to chat for the next couple of hours. I learned all about her background, career and interests. She'd been single for a while, had hurt her knee and felt out of shape. Despite her substantial talent and accomplishments she was low on self-confidence. I assured her repeatedly that she needn't be so hard on herself. After all, there I was, a guy. "Do this."They did, in unison. John Phillips felt silly, lispy even."Good. Now, sissies never put their heels on the ground. Ever. Put on these boots." Mistress Orange handed them each a pair of white knee-high boots with very pointed toes, high arches, and pencil heels five inches tall. John Phillips sat on the floor, on one butt cheek, and pulled on the left boot. It's too small, he thought, as he crammed his toes in, and my calf hurts. He looked up, saw Mistress Red waiting there, ready with. Your laundry is sure to be aired on a public clothesline. Of course, as a superhero, fighting the just fight, this power is invaluable. Criminals contemplating shady deals would cringe when his name is mentioned. If only they knew of his existence. Drug deals, trysts, swaps, espionage, are all transparent to him. He’s drawn to the scene, moves in and the jig is up. He’s impossible to detect. I can’t say for sure that he can become invisible or that he’s been trained as an expert in.