.or was it a man? I was sure it was a man, until the boots. I began my worshipping with extra fervour. I was confused and excited, curious and horn... as hell to get to know who?or what this leathered god or goddess was.I remember still my ejaculation, the most intense of my life ever. I was on my back worshipping those heels first left, then right, and as my tongue was caressing the cool steel the other boot came on rest on my crotch. Within a second I was spasming and screaming in ecstasy.. The maid opened the door of the bathroom with a stack of towels which covered her face and walked over to the airing cupboard, bending over She showed Her frilly knickers – in the correct and accepted manner taught during Her training -as She started to stack the linens. The sounds of Her clicking stiletto heels roused Daniel from his reverie and there was blushing and thrashing about and a certain amount of splashing which soaked much of Her uniform. He quickly grabbed a flannel to hide his. Mmmmm... Willow wouldn't fight. Willow would go along with everything.She had done her fighting. She felt tired. She did not want to feel tired anymore. She'd rather go with this new sweet energy that had suddenly come over her suggestible mind. If she became a new and happy Willow, then maybe Tara — Titya - would want her again?Willow giggled along with the bimbos' brainless banter. It felt good. It just seemed the thing to do.Only when they arrived at their destination, shards of reality. " "Oh really?" "Yes, really." "Come on Simon, I really need to get Nicki back to the clubhouse." Said Steve, sounding desperate. "No," he replied, "Wait a minute." Simon turned back to me, "If he was teaching you golf fundamentals, why have you got spunk in your hair?" How could I deny it? Everyone could see it; dabbing at it with Steve's hankie had just smeared it around really, not much more. "If you're giving it out," Simon continued, "Then we get some." "Now come on Simon..." Started Steve..