We slid our tongues in each others mouths, I moved my hands down her back, one underneath her shirt and one into the back of her jeans. she was weari...g her black satin panties, I knew the feel on my fingers.I picked her up by her ass and carried her to the bed. I laid her on her back and she stared up at me with her blueish green eyes. I jumped on top of her kissed her cheek and her jaw down to her neck. I slid my hands up her shirt feeling her DD breast. I kissed down her milky white skin. "She passed me a hanger which had a ringmaster's coat like her own and apair of hot pants like her's. Not wanting to walk around in myunderwear I put them on.The mirror keeper passed me a top hat and as I put it on I noticed howthe mirror keeper and the mirrors melted away and I was back in my homestreet. The street was wet as if it had just been raining.Had it been a dream? I stepped forward and heard the clacking of mystilettos on the pavement. It hadn't been a dream. I was wearing. She dressed for the day as instructed and went about her business. It was while walking out to her car that she realized the pleasurably cruel torture at my choice of panties. The beads rubbed her clit while she walked. She had to stop a moment initially to keep her pussy juice from bursting into her pants. She laughed to herself as she started walking again. Her steps had to be deliberate. There was no way she could walk or probably even sit without the beads rubbing her clit. Throughout the. Every part of his body cried in pain. His screams had startled flocks of sleek black birds into the sky, and their chorus of screeches filled the air. But another sound was missing: a different sound. When he began his fall, there had been the sound of shuffling feet from below, the sound of voices calling to one another, the sound of laughter. And another sound, harder to place; a ringing sound of sharp collisions, of two objects as though struck together again and again. At last fighting back.