Slaves don't wear clothes but they do wear things that enhance their appeal."Page shifted in the chair and crossed her legs. This brought her blood re...d high heel shoes within a few inches of Willow's face."I just taught you something about walking in high heels. You will need a lot more work but you are getting the idea. But I had to demonstrate how to walk, and my shoes got dusty helping you out. What are you going to do about the dust on my shoes?"Willow looked around for a moment to see if. “Daddy?”Sonya gave a little laugh as she shook her head. “No, YOUR father wasn’t my first. But it was someone you loved almost as much.”Dani was quick to pick up on her mother’s emphasis of the word ‘YOUR’ in her response. Dani knew immediately what her mother was inferring by doing that. “You mean ... do you mean ... Grandpa?”Dani could only gasp as her mother gave her a sly smile as she nodded. “Really, Grandpa was your first? Your own father?”“Yes, God rest his soul.” There was a brief. I looked around trying to find something to drape myself with, but I did not keep any clothes in the studio."Oh! I am sorry. No one ever comes here, you know," I said and starting to walk towards the door, perhaps in an attempt to go back to the house so I could fetch something to wear. She was standing in the way so five steps later I had to stop. She was now standing so close that I could feel the gentle breeze of her breath on my bare chest.She lifted her right hand and placed it on my. We sat there talking for a while about the ordinary things in life. I guess we both just needed some time to calm down. It didn't take too long until we felt very familiar. From our conversations over the net we knew more details of each other than most of our friends did.Finally I pulled out the contract we created in which we both agree on what would happen the following week and that we both, especially her, do this out of free will. The contract was just one page long, mainly stating that.