I toyed with my clit and pushed my fingers inside myself, imagining him whispering things in my ear. I heard him telling me how naughty I was and how ...e was going to spank me. That he was going to bend me over and fuck me right then and there. My ‘imagining’ and my busy fingers sent me over the edge quickly and for the first time, I cried out his name as I came. The realisation hit me as hard as my powerful orgasm had. It ripped through my body and made my toes tingle. My eyes flew open, my. I let my stockings or spike heels do all the work. I find black nylon feet or spike heels can really be an added aphrodisiac to most men who secretly harbor some sort of nylon or high heel fetish. I had never contemplated foot jobs as being such a turn on to men. To think of all the years I had wasted just giving hand jobs and blowjobs to them, my ex-husband included. I know that kinky bastard would have loved having his cock massaged by my nylon feet or spike high-heeled pumps. You would think. If I hadn’t stumbled onto the attack when I did, I think I might have done it.Instead, during a late-night walk to clear my head, I heard the sounds of a scuffle, the meaty thuds of fists striking flesh and the cries of pain that followed. The voice that cried out was that of someone young.I turned down an alley, moving towards the sounds and I saw a horrifying sight. Three men, all of them dressed like the local thugs in pants that were drooping like they were too big, wife-beater t-shirts and. Instead of tea they insisted on wine, so while I got the bottle and openedit they took pictures of their rooms and the flat and sent them to theirMums, they inspected both bathrooms and thought they were perfect, thelighted mirrors ideal for putting make up on, then Kelly who was in herbedroom let out a shriek, when Shoni and myself ran in to see what was thematter she had found the TV controls and was busy raising and lowering theTV set.We finally settled down, listening to music and sipping.