5 inch platform with 6 inch heels. Wendy lay back on the bed, slowly slipping each foot into their fresh new shoe. As Wendy rose to her feet she was s...ightly unsteady. Taking her time she took a few steps across the room turning and making her way back towards the bed. Again Wendy caught a lingering look at herself in the mirror. Damn, she looked like she needed a good hard fucking. The heels made Wendy's ass and tits more pronounced. The curving waistband on the knickers gripped at her. .. she wanted to be seen. She was so hot; the knowledge that some faceless person was watching her masturbate was such a fucking turn on. She didn’t even know if it was a man or a woman. It could have been either, as she hadn’t been able to see much more than shadowy movement. Still, the knowledge sent a thrill through her. Emmy needed to get off and soon. She slipped her hand back between her legs and began rubbing with purpose. She was aching; Emmy knew it wouldn’t take her long. She slid. However, within a week they began to view Dukov's candidacy with some concern, because it turned out he was indeed the one public figure with enough credibility to possibly win an election for the "Nobility".The campaign quickly got ugly. Dukov found himself being attacked for not only his political beliefs, but also for his personal life. The public learned he had been a convicted criminal for five years, and learned why. It turned out he and his wife had been members of a radical group of. Don't you think we should let the newness rub off before we start changing citizenship?" Well ... if you insist." Then she snaked her hand between us and grabbed me, "Will this thing work when it's out of the country?"It did.The next morning I was awakened from a most pleasant dream by a cold sensation in my crotch, followed by a warm one. I opened my eyes to see Beth leaning over me with half an orange in one hand and a wicked grin on her face. She squeezed the orange and licked the juice off.