By the time he'd looked down, it was too late.John awoke, confused by his location in this dark, decrepit old crypt. He attempted to get to his feet, ...e failed. The pain in his leg was far too severe for him to even move at the moment, so he decided to survey the predicament; as he peered through the minimal light, he realized that he had fallen down an unused well. The water was long gone, only a rotten bucket was left as a reminder of its former days.Suddenly he couldn't continue his. " He gave her a weak smile. "Here's your shoes," he waved them at the secretary."Can you bring 'em over? I don't want to get my feet dirty on this awful old carpet." Sure." Glad to get away from her desk, Martin walked out from behind it and proffered the shoes to her in an outstretched arm."You're not going to put them on for me?" Kristen asked, glossy pink mouth screwed up in an exaggerated pout. She unhooked her foot and wiggled it in front of him; looking down, he could see that her. "Well, well.." she said as her eyes opened wide "what are you thinking you'd like from your store?" she continued as a playful smile came to her face.I gathered myself and mustered the courage I needed. "Honey I have a lot of toys, as you know," I said slowly. After another pause to muster my courage again, I continued "the only thing I'd like from there is a harness that would hold one of my dildoes and allow you to wear it like your own cock so you could have your way with my happy butt.... Tall,blonde, blue-eyed and fiery, and loved her bondagesessions. She had a very high tolerance for pain too,maybe that was what I really admired about her; thatshe could take anything I could dish out, and thensome, and that she truly loved every minute of it!I think the best time we had was when she came to mebegging, pleading for me to really torture her breasts,now, how could I possibly refuse a request like that?Well, I couldn’t, and it was one of the most erotictimes we had.