Sure they were alittle bit small and they pinched your feet a bit but there's no way yourfeet were this close in size to Patricia's. At first it was d...fficult tobalance and you were clunking round the living room in the things, butwith a few tips from Patricia you were soon walking much more gracefully.The trick seemed to be keeping your shoulders back, your elbows pinned toyour sides and taking smaller steps. Patricia had you imagine you werewalking on a tight rope as you walked in them,. I'm not sure how much I'll like or dislike this experiment, but I trust my angel and she knows me very well. Not being able to see what is being used on me leaves no option to decline. Not being able to hear is not as unnerving. The first sensation is very familiar to me; Tuesdae's hair being run up and down my body. It sends shivers down my spine and I moan my approval. Next I feel the warmth of oil as it is poured onto my chest. Jasmine. It feels good as she rubs and massages my arms, chest,. ‘Wait…’ Dan grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head, ‘use this.’ He shoved his t-shirt into my hands. I bit my bottom lip as he stood shirtless and shameless in front of me. Every inch of his torso was perfection. His body was tight and muscular, the body of a man who worked with his hands. Dark blonde hair spread from his collarbone down to his bellybutton and into his trousers. I had never been left breathless at the mere sight of the male form until that exact moment. Dan. Going home was sort of a moot point anyway because I couldn't drive. My parents would come up and see me every couple of weeks and we would talk about my sisters and brothers and things at home.Of course I had to torture myself and ask about Jackie. Mom tried to change the subject but I kept coming back to Jackie. Finally Dad answered me and said that Jackie was still dating that same guy and it looked like things were getting serious between them.The news didn't do much to help me keep.