"He pointed at the kitchen. "May I?"Sam was blushing like a traffic light and nodded.Giving Sam a very pleased smile he added. "Thanks, any chance of ... mugof tea, because I'm gagging?" Er yeah." God I love the sound of a high heels!" Vic chuckled enjoying the soundof Sam's heels as he followed him into the kitchen. "After Claire wentto back to college she got all militant and refused to wear heels, oranything else I liked seeing her wearing come to that." He pulled a faceadding, "She got into. You can feel the edge of my fingers brushing lightly across the tiny strip of material covering your sex. You can feel the warmth of my fingers as you realize that you have already become very moist. Feeling your lips swelling with your own passion. Your clit begins to pulse with excitement. You shiver as my nails lightly scratch your inner thighs.Turning my hand you feel it molding itself to your entire panty covered pussy. My fingers sliding along the moist silky material. Feeling the heat. The rowboats on the sides were being lowered. Panicking, Edward grabbed his weapon and climbed onto a boat. He cursed as the rough rope chafed his hands, leaving red marks. He clung to his gun as he sat in the wooden transport, when a shadowed man handed him an oar. He adjusted his seating and watched the pattern of the other men. Following their rhythm, he could see the line where the water reached the sand. He was almost in Turkey. His heart pounded louder than a freight train,he gripped his. As my fingers brushed something hard and a little cold, I realised. She let loose my hand, and, trying not to touch anything that felt at all moist or warm, I realised there was a string of beads or something. I think I furrowed my brow, but there were at least fifty different questions that came to mind so I don’t know how she knew which to answer. “Oh, I’ll show you! Come on!” She snatched my hand away from her snatch and jumped off the stool. I could do little but follow as she made her way.