All's I couldthink about was the tightness of the body briefer the feel of the slipsliding between the body briefer and the dress and the pull of the ...tockingson the garters with every step I took it was a very sensual feeling andseemed to keep me somewhat distracted all day long to the point that Ididn't even hear Donna talking to me until she tapped me on the shoulder. Iturned around to hear Donna saying now honey this customer was asking usabout our foundation line and I was telling her how. I said get away from me, you Son of a Bitch. Don’t touch me. He still had no idea of the hatred I felt for him. My ankle was swelling. They brought a car and two men picked me up and placed me in the back seat. Someone brought some ice and placed it on my ankle. They whisked me off to the ER. Geeze ... my leg should be glowing in the dark with all the X-rays I’ve had over the years. The ER doc looked at the X-ray and said there’s a lot of metal in your foot and ankle. I said no shit Doc. What’s. Over the years I sort of got used to being taken by guys and formed a desire to have good hard stiff male members enter me from time to time. Now I did not want to be under a guy every day or night nor did I want to have a rock hard cock enter my anal sphincter or oral orifice. But there were times when the need to be taken sexually by another guy was insurmountable. Doing those times I would saunter off to the nearest ABS or public park and hook up with guys for sex. Doing my high school years. Let me tell u all about her fig. She is plum in all the right areas. So we were going back after having coffee. She was close to me. I could feel her breasts touching my back occasionally. Then came a signal where I had to stop suddenly n she bumped on me. This drove me crazy. All that day I was thinking about it. The way I felt when touching her boobs. (Pinky is very fair, she has big boobs, a very sweet pussy, sweet lips). Well that’s al about coffee.Then I offered her to take her out for a.