I felt my penis going hard thinking about the sight of Bastian when he would come downstairs. I knew he would be barefoot. This was the first light of...my day: waiting for Bastian coming barefoot to the breakfast table, in his pajamas, with his sleepy eyes. And as always, he did.He paused at the kitchen door and exposed his feet for me, but without being too obvious. Then he went to my back and started massaging my elbows. I shrugged in pleasure.“What do you like?” he asked me. I could not see. I love it, he's killing me but I don't want him to ever stop fucking me this way as I begin cumming hard. He fucks me hard as my head flails with the pain I feel but my body grinds into his dick at each hard downwards thrust. The pain is excruciating but I ride his dick with my hands on his shoulderslifting me in rhythm to his stroking. Turning me to face away from the couple he begins taking long strokes, withdrawing all the way to my entrance before ramming me hard back down onto his. She snorted at that. "I wish I were as taller," she told him as shecraned her head to look up at him as they neared the table where maidswere scrambling to set places for he and his men. "Then I could atleast look you in the eye without putting a crick in my neck," shecomplained.He smirked by way of reply. "May you ever have your wishes granted,little one," he winked, teasing her as he had since they were children.For a moment she relaxed, whatever worries that had put lines into heryoung. It wasn’t a tight fit but a snug one and I do some wriggling to get it up over my boobs, managing to get the zip up but unable to deal with the clasp just out of reach behind me. Looking back at myself in the long mirror I knew this was just what I had been after, plain and simple yet sophisticated in an uncomplicated way and the shoes looked fantastic. Tottering around my bedroom I knew I should have worn them a bit around the house for a few days because I really felt as if I was on stilts! .