"Yes!" she answered. "May I..?" he asked as he began to kneel. "Of course" Petra replied. The old clerk dropped to his knees and unzipped the knee b...ots she was wearing. He then placed the thigh highs on each foot and zipped them up. As good as the other boots had felt, these felt even better! Her legs were now encased in black leather from toe to below her skirt, all the while perched on 6" heels! Petra reached for a riding crop that hung from one of the walls. With the crop in her. "Mmm." for the first time in our story, he looked pretty happy, rubbinghis stomach. "Very good! But-" he suddenly, almost like magic, wentback to his somberness, "But I now gotta get to school." he got upslowly, extra weight keeping him down for a little bit. He walked tothe door."Well wait, you're not gonna walk are you?" Yeah... I always do." But-" he already ran out the door.He walked and walked till he finally arrived at school, just at thebell. He ran into the building and found his. His smile was brilliant, but it was rare for me to see it. He usually had the room darkened, but by chance that I did see his smile, it was only if I rode him better than any night I had in months. This would happen about once or twice every sixth months. It was an average day. I was coming to his house once again, after a few weeks while he was on vacation in the Bahamas. I wished he had asked me to go with him... But of course he would not. For he did not love me, like I said already... I. . Prisoner Buck is going to cost me my job. I took off his leg irons. Me.... Now he pulled a Houdini yesterday. He disappeared into thin air. The Warden called. Were setting up road blocks, north, east and west of here. Will catch him." said Deputy Mueller. "Can I visit him? You know...If you capture him." said Charlotte. "What the fuck Charlotte. No! You can't see him. Go back inside. Stay away from my car. Good bye...." said Deputy Mueller. I heard Charlotte close the door. I watched Deputy.