Most were complimentary but several with some sincere criticism. I went back and did a thorough spell and punctuation check, and fixed some run on sen...ences, also paragraphs were too long. One person pointed out that I was being unrealistic on how long I was having my character hit a golf ball, the story was a fantasy but hey he was right about it being unrealistic, and he had brought it up politely so no reason not to make a change. After making those corrections I reposted the story awaiting. "Suzie smiled, spreading her cunt-lips apart. "You really are a little prude, aren't you?" No," Cindy said defensively as her cheeks continued to burn. "I just never met a guy that I wanted to do it with."Suzie slowly eased her forefinger into her cunt and smiled at Cindy broadly. "There's lots of ways of doing it, you know. It doesn't even have to be with a guy."Cindy got up and sat down on her bed. The way that Suzie was looking at her reminded Cindy of the way some guys looked at her -- like. . ”Quentin liked that ‘please’. Rather ladylike!“Couldn’t bear it? Dear me!” Quentin unfastened the straps around Simone’s ankles, her legs came together again.“W-What... are... you going... t-to... d-do?” The voice now a desperate whisper again. More trembling... now more violent.“Do, slave? I should have thought that was obvious. I am going to fuck you.”A breathless gasp of shock. A sobbing wail of horror. The wrist straps came away. Simone was free.“You... c-can’t... Y-YOU C-CAN’T!. "By all means"; I replied. "I love stilettos"!As she put them on, I put my hands on her ass, enjoying the feeling of the muscles tightening as her ankles stretched. You gotta love what high heels does to a womans ass. She bent back down. I pulled her pants down over her hips, and let them fall to the ground. I could smell her wet pussy. She stood up and turned around. "Can I keep my bra on?", she asked. "Why?". "I don't like my tits", she said. "They're not the same size"."I don't care", I.