." A man?" said Julia, completing his sentence. "Don't think so. Notanymore anyways."Another woman appeared briefly and brought in a garment and a pai... ofshoes. "Step out of your training shoes," said Julia.For the first time in three months Angelo lifted his foot from the metal-soled high-heels. He stepped forward onto the floor. He cried out withpain as he tried to stand. He found that his leg muscles and the archesof his feet had been trained and permanently re-shaped so that he couldonly. And it was back to the car. Mom drove as both men, got in the back with MistySitting between them. The sexual tension built. As she kissed them both deeply. There hands were all over her. She reached under her top. Unhooking the black bra, freeing her big tits. The men lifted her shirt, taking it off. The front clasp bra, hung open. As her big tits hung free. In the darkness of night. As both men took a nipple and sucked it. Between the tops of her boots and her crotch. They caressed her inner. “His training methods were a little unorthodox.”“Like how?” I asked.“I have said too much already, you can ask around. I can give you a list of his clients who had ‘one on one’ sessions with him,” she replied.“Sounds like something that would be helpful,” I agreed.I sat in my car outside of a McDonald’s restaurant in Durham NC. I had to organize my thoughts. What better place to do that than a McDonald’s with a cup of their coffee. I was pretty sure that I was on a monumental wild goose chase.. "No. This is no good." I twist my body round. As I do so, the heel of my shoe catches your cock, twisting it painfully to the side. You gasp. "I'm so sorry." I slowly and deliberately move my other foot onto your chest, the heel over you nipple. I let my weight bear on it. My full weight concentrated onto the minute point of my heel and into your nipple. I'm thinking that sex is all about concentration of sensation. Mentally and physically. I twist my foot cruelly, and then step off. I squat.