She squeezed into me as we danced and I worried that she could see the outline of my stiffening dick through my jeans. We finished the dance and we w...nt back to her table. We talked some more and I found out she was celebrating her 18th birthday with her friends (the legal drinking age then was 18). She had scooted up next to me and was rubbing her hand on my thigh as we alltalked. Occasionally she would lean in and we'd kiss long and deep. I'd glance at her friends to gauge their. On one side of the shop a row of hangars carried a wide array of clothes in leather, rubber and PVC, a rack at the far end of the shop carried an array of shoes that all had one thing in common, exceptionally high heels, some with extravagantly high platform soles, some equipped with spikes so numerous or so long that even an enthusiastic foot fetishist like Lionel would find it hard to get near them. On the other a series of glass topped counters held displays of other fetish items. A couple. Up, now."She sobbed. "I--I'm-- not--" she hiccupped. He yanked on the leash before she could finish, just starting to drag her whether she got up or not. The belt was sturdy and held her weight. He dragged her over every rock in their path until she got up and stumbled along behind him, insisting, "I'm not a slave." He responded by yanking the belt forward and grabbing her hair, dragging her along. He moved quickly, and while dragging her, melted into shadows here and there with her in tow. It. As she stood in front of him he touched and rubbed her tits then sucked each one. She had grown into a woman so fast with nice big tits and round nipples. She had a curvy ass and a tight cunt. He told her to sit on the bed and as she did he knealed between her legs and spread them wide looking at the sweet pussy before him. He took his fingers and spread her pussy lips so he could look at her sweet cunt. Her clit was pink and swollen and looked so tasty. She was wet from him fingering her. He.