Turnedout she wanted a lifetime of high heels, so her feet and ankles had beenforced into very regimented forms ensuring her desires could be fullyrea...ized.Sleeping Beauty was a caricature of womanhood, but all the same, she wasbeautiful and she was going to be very popular.***************Bobs training carried on hour after hour, day after day, week afterweek, month after month, and into year after year. His mind wasn't whatit used to be, because though technically a person doesn't need to. I was discreet and did not look often at her lovely thighs but assumed that if I could get a drink or two more into her, she might accidentally give me a free bee show.“Agunna, look, what you say about getting guys is true. Let me first say I am single, a career woman and have no interest in marrying a mommas’ boy. The guys downstairs desire to get into my pants for their benefit, not mine, others fall in love and want to marry. Others lie and are married but cheat, it goes on and on.”“May I. "I did?" He was amusing himself with my nipples. Definitely a tit man, but he likes 'em small.I pushed his hand away. "Don't distract me. This is serious stuff, and it's partly your fault. I figure they followed you here from Iowa." Did not! I don't even know what you're talking about."I swatted his hand away again. "Pay attention and you will. It was you who pointed out the CLODs can't cross the street to get to the bake sale."It was a struggle, but he managed to keep his hands off me while he. The man wore nothing but a blindfold.On his back, he saw the now familiar sight of his tormentor's naked pussy. She sat with her legs spread, to give him the best view of that which he could never possess."Thank you for joining me." Her voice was sweet, caring almost. She stood and walked toward him. He could hardly roll over, much less carry out the drive he had to tackle her and choke the life out of her. He lay on his back and stared up at her, into her."You're not so different from the.