When he had about ½ of his cock in me, I felt like I was going to be split in two he leaned down and asked if I was ready. "Ready for whet" I asked "...HIS" was his reply and he shoved the remaining 6 inches of hard cock into my pussy from the rear I cannot describe the pain/pleasure that enveloped me at that moment I knew I would never be the same after but damn he was damn good with it.After a couple seconds to get my breath back he started pounding me and pounding me until I had the first of. That I could truly enjoy the tropical paradise Iwas in.Then I remembered the heels, in the closet.And the wrap-around dress, gauzy and sheer. Just like Genie?s pants.My worries about the toe of the pumps being hurtful were immediatelyassuaged. My toes just felt snuggly, and right, squeezing into them.The heels were about three inches high, and very narrow, and my anklewobbled and teetered worryingly when I put some weight on that foot,which of course had to be the one with the broken ankle. "But of course eventually you will want to get to this, the very center of a woman's female part .. and her pleasures!" She stroked herself right in front of me, her fingers rubbing her labia and then spreading them and dipping into her pale pink vagina. Then I could hear her breath catch, a little gasp of pleasure, as her fingertip rubbed her erect little clitoris. "This is the special place," she murmured, still gently rubbing herself. "You mustn't rub too hard, though, or it becomes numb. .. pulling like some animal, eating its prey.“It’s all right, Nathan,” she said soothingly. “You’ve already seen me like this. Please, just take the paint off of me, Nathan. Make me clean. Remove what he did to me.”For once, as Proper Flossie began to rant in the background, Flossie shut her out. She didn’t think about what she was doing. His touch comforted her, in ways so opposite to those of his father that it was like every time he touched her, some of the pain of his father’s touch was.