I imagine you standing in front of me, naked, exposed, heavy, your sexy feet stuffed into high heels, all your weight on your aching feet, stretching ...he delicate leather straps. You sit down on your bed and I am kneeling down, at your feet, gently kissing the flesh that's bursting out of your tight high heels, breathing in the scent of leather mixed with your moist feet. I slowly take off those rigid heels, admiring your plump toes, perfectly done in a dark red color. I stuff my nose deep. In addition to the 5 silver a month (which was cheaper than the normal price of a months stay at an inn of this sort), Eric paid 1 copper per person, who was sent up to his room for healing.Eric's fame as a healer was growing. Everyday found people crowding into the inn, which also put money into the innkeeper's coffers, as people who were waiting bought drinks or meals.Still, Eric found time to explore the city. He also bought herbs which he sent up to the ship via a SNARK, and the ship. Then he returned to the livingroom. I toldhim to do his homework. Just because he was wearing his mom's clothes isno reason not to do his homework. He fussed a bit but did as he was told.The rest of the day was an uneventful day of typical eleven-year-old boy:playing with toys, playing games, watching cartoons, eating candy. Theonly difference than with other boys was that he did it all while wearinghis mom's clothes. But it all seemed normal to him.Days passed and we got into a routine. . ...George. Your looking....old and fucked...hahahaha. Too many brothels you old goat. Still visiting that lap dancing bar.? ..fucking hell man you could have bought it the money you've spent there." Your behind the times man....I fucking did buy it. Hahahaha"The two friends laughed and hugged each other momentarily forgetting about Lesley standing there. She stood with her hands together while the two men re aqainted and caught up. Rob, remembering she was there, pulled back and brought Lesley.