The sound of a woman's heels walking across a hard surface always grabs my attention. It is a sexual sound for my shoe fetish. Ca-lip, ca-lip, ca-lip..... Mary appeared from another room. She was 5'2 and maybe 130, athletic shoulders and a round but firm ass. Red lingerie that was a bra/ g string connected by red lace that covered her abs... it looked like a cum target. Her black thigh highs and those shoes. I wanted to rub my cock on her shoes. I was fully stoned and my cock was growing stiff.. You had to be extremely careful firing weapons inside spacecraft, as one stray round punching through the hull could depressurise the ship. Using armour piercing ammunition was asking for trouble, so he hoped they didn’t come across anyone unfriendly in tactical armour. He held the high tech weapon to his shoulder and looked through the integrated scope to check everything was fully operational. He donned his own combat gear which consisted of a Kevlar weave jumpsuit with ceramic composite. And we certainly don’t want that, do we? So I unscrew the metal bars, re-apply the chili oil, and screw the bars back in place. Anna just loves this, I’m sure. Well, pretty sure, anyway.Did I mention that I want her to suffer? Yeah, well. How do you get a painslut like her to really suffer? You up the pain, of course! Up and up and up. So the needles are nice, but they’re just the first step. Because now I’m getting rid of them all (that’s quite a mess, I can tell you, but luckily I don’t mind. I was sitting on the matching white leather love seat with Miss Margaret perched on my lap squirming in little concentric circles to make my nasty-minded dick consider her lack of undies as an invitation to get hard as a rock.Miss Margaret was not another pussy.Well, I guess she is a pussy, but in a nice way because she was a doppelganger for my Lucy in almost every way except her skin was two shades lighter due to an abject fear of getting skin cancer. Her grandmother had died of skin cancer.