During the day, on the Internet, I startedresearching women's shoes and found out all sorts of things about sizesand availability. I wore a men's 9, ...hich was small, but it converted toa women's 11, which was huge and not readily available. I started lookingaround at shoes and where I could get them on the Internet. I ended upchoosing a pair of what the description said were sexy yellow wedges and astrap with a bow in size 42 and sat back and waited. And waited. It wastwo weeks before they. You always just wanted to hang around the house. I had to try and find new and ingenious ways to get rid of you so I could get some space!” “Now it’s my turn to ask for thanks!” Sulama let herself fall against the back of the sofa laughing. “Anyway….I’m forty four now. I’m not exactly a spring chicken. You have your whole life in front of you. I’ve lived enough experiences to fill two lifetimes and I just want to rest and do without the hassle.” They sat chatting for a couple more hours before. The only thing the two men shared was that their waists were corseted, their chest augmented with padding, their faces masked with stockings and their mouths stuffed and strapped.“So,” said Wan Yu, “which is better costume for slave? Cockroach or new boy?”Collette put her hand up and Wan Yu invited her to answer. “The obvious answer is cockroach, I guess,” she said, “but I’m not so sure.”“How so?”“Well, cockroach probably hates his costume but I think that one,” she pointed to Gary, “hates his. Obediently, you crawled on all fours to the man clearly responsible for this night.“Have you learned your lesson, Amber?” the man said.“Yes, Sir”“Are you going to be a good little slut?”“Yes, Sir”“Do you think you have earned your collar yet?”Confused, but desperately wanting his approval you said again “Yes, Sir”“We will see…” he replied, “I need you to masturbate for me.”“You see, we have an audience and they wouldn’t want to be displeased”.“Yes, Sir” you replied. You tried to stand up but.