I gave him a knowing look in form time after I'd discovered them missing. he simply stared back at me.Two days later, they were back. Clean; freshly l...undered, and there was something else. Something that had eluded me was a pair of girly shoes. In the mid 1990s, platform shoes were everywhere, and I was hard 99% of the time looking at the girls around me wearing 3 inch heels with their uniforms. And now, was a pair of my own. Not new, obviously worn; and a note inside that simply said "for. ?What the fuck do I donow?? Three months earlierMichael had been in a better mood. He had just been awarded his PhD inPsychology at the Universityof Toronto and the prospects of a job had seemed bright. Allhis interviews had gone well, and he had been invited out to several campusesfor visits. The visits had gone well. But when the department head contactedhim afterwards, it had always been a prerecorded e-vid: ?Sorry - no job foryou.? ?Fuck!? Michael got up toleave. He had no place in mind. As. "Not yet, my sweet. You're not ready for me yet." Are you kidding me? I've been totally horned up since the mall! I want you so badly," I cooed. "Please, touch me. Touch me now," I begged."Like this?" Steph gently ran her fingers down over the top of my slit, stopping when the pad of her finger was directly on my spot. She made the tiniest of circles, with the lightest of pressure. It sent fire exploding into my brain. God, if only boys knew the advantages of slow and light! In seconds she had. "It's my turn now, you piece of shit," said Damon. "You want to put my big dick in your mouth and make me hard, and then have me fuck your shitty asshole, don't you?" "Oh, God, not that. Please, anything, anything but that." Again, Brad gave him a punch in the stomach, harder than before. It took Walt more than ten minutes to catch his breath and get over his agony. "Now, get on your knees and beg for it," said Brad, "before I give you a serious punch." Frightened out of his wits, Walt got on.