After spending several hours in the hot sun doing this, she gave me a glass of tea and then she left with my aunt to go to the church for some kind of...prayer meeting.I got pretty bored after a couple of hours and I started going through her trash and old boxes that were sitting outside by the garage door. I figured there might be something worth keeping. I found an old scrap book and an old cigar box that I though was kinda cool. I opened the box first and I was stunned at what I saw inside.. Somebody, I don’t know who, covered me with their jacket, and a dreadlocked girl held my hand. I lay there on my side, watching the feet go by me. Time seemed to pass slowly, but I guess it can’t have been that long before the St Johns Ambulance people were there. A kind woman in green overalls shone a penlight into my eyes as her partner put a neck brace on me, and they talked gently to me as they rolled me onto a spine board for transport, their voices gentle and pitched to be reassuring. I. Don’t-“ “Yes, it is,” smiled Goodhead, placing a hand on Fingerdoo’s arm. “There’s no need to worry.” “I’m not worried…I …it’s…..” Fingerdoo’s skin was electric under Goodhead’s fingers.“Not worried? Then of course you have no reason to be. I like the way you’re fitting in around here. Very professional,” continued Goodhead. “Well…..most of the time.” “I can explain what I was-“ “Yes. I’m sure you can,” interrupted Goodhead. “You’re trembling. If not worried…then perhaps, excited?” “Yes. In and out harder and harder. I stood on the tips of my high heels as herammed me. The tips of my spikes tapped the floor after every stroke ofhis cock into me. First, I would be on the front tips of my heels, then hewould pull back for another thrust, and the spike tip would hit the floorquickly before the next thrust. His strong hands held my hips tightly.There were only four sounds in the room. My whimpering, His grunting, myhigh heels tapping the floor, and the smacking off his balls.