A lady's voice in a thrilling contralto thanked me. She motioned me back down to share the seat with me. She threw her hood back. She had brown hair, ...rown eyes, ivory skin, and a beautiful smile. I then also saw the reason for her hobbling.. She was walking on crutches. Her name was Dana. To this day, I still carry a torch for her, even though I am happily married and even though she is twenty years dead. Here's why: I cut class that morning just to talk with her for a couple hours. She was. "What's the grin for?" She asks. "Have you come up with what you want already?" "Why, yes I have." You say, trying not to laugh. "Well, go ahead. Your wish is my command, Cam." That's what I was hoping you'd say." You grin mischievously. "I want a blowjob." You allow yourself a small chuckle when you see the shocked look on her face. The colour almost drains from her skin, leaving her with a pale, surprised expression. "E-excuse me?" She asks, stuttering a bit. "A blowjob." You repeat, reviling. "The noise accompanying the band was the sound of dozens of pairs of boots hitting the hardwood floor in rhythm with the music. Unlike the intimate lounge we were in a week earlier, far more people were up on the floor dancing than sitting around at the tables. The sound of the band and the obvious fun the people were having was contagious. We found a long table that we could share with two other couples and asked to join them.We introduced ourselves and I found that both couples had frequented. ," replied Phoebe."And the height of her heels?" Four inches."Miss. Priscilla nodded her head in approval; she turned to me and said, "Have you your big diamond buckles on your satin slippers?" Yes, Miss. Priscilla," I replied blushing."Lift your skirt and let me see!"With a shy smile of pleasure-I could not help smiling-I raised the hem of the exquisite satin frock in my delicately gloved fingers. There came into view my slender feet in exquisitely cut, new, glistening, white satin slippers.