We were home, lounging on a Saturday night after running around all day so I was dressed quite comfortable. We were about to head to the bedroom but Martin wanted the foreplay to be in the Playroom this time. Any time he wants to start off in the Playroom, that means it's going to be the kind of foreplay where I'm roped until I cry. I was barefoot so Martin instructed me to meet him downstairs in my red pumps. My dress and heels didn't match, but that didn't matter cause the dress was coming off anyway. Not long after coming into the Playroom, Martin had me strip down to my heels and immedi... Show more