The shower curtain hides you from me. I quietly make my way to the shower. Little did you know I was on the other side of the shower curtain waiting ...o pounce. I could hear you groan and that was my cue to make my move. The shower curtain moves back and you're startled. The water bears down on your body. No words are said. We both know what we want. I step into the shower. I move my hands from your shoulders, over your chest and down over your stomach as I drop to my knees and let the water. They were skyscraper heels to be sure, another set with a three-inch platform of clear pink Lucite and a whopping seven-and-a-half inch heel. The uppers were pink patent leather that shone in the light. Corey found himself distracted by the pretty shine of the leather and it took an effort to snap himself out of his reverie and begin worrying at the buckles on the ankle straps with his long fingernails. Soon he had the pink stiletto platform heels on and stood. The height of the shoes put him. Then I passed the last shelf and dropped my books in surprise. There, sitting at the table was the quarterback of our football team with his huge (probably easily 9 inch) cock in his hand, looking up at me with just as much surprise in his eyes. I didn't even pay attention to the fact that I had dropped my things, I just kept standing there staring at his dick. He made a move to put himself away but I reached my hand out and stopped him. "I could find another table," I said, looking directly. ”Shavala glanced back at the way they’d come, confused. She didn’t know her way around the city, but she had a good sense of direction, and it felt like they’d taken a roundabout route. “Couldn’t we have just come through there?” she asked, pointing.“I led us around some bad neighborhoods,” Katrin said. “At least I did once we were close enough for me to remember where they were.”“Bad neighborhoods?”“Slums—where people live who don’t have much money. Like the spot where I grew up, though that’s.