Meri himmat ab puri tarah se satve asman pr thi.Mene dono hatho se uske boobs pakad aur jor jor se dabane laga.Uske boobs bahot hi naram the aur bahot...mazza aa rha tha dabane me . Ab mene uski kurti nikal di aur bra bhi nikal di.Ab uske do anmol ratan mere samne nach rhe the ….Mene uske boob chusna chalu kiya 1 hath se uske boob daba rha tha aur desra hath uski legins me daal diya.Thodi der esa krne ke baad ab mene uski legins aur penty bhi utar di.Ab vo puri tarah se mere samne nangi khadi thi. Those heels had been through a lot. Every time I wore them in front of Chase it was all he could do to not pounce on me and fuck my brains out, and when we were in private, that’s exactly what he did. I couldn’t help but smile as I left the bar, walked to my car, and thought of the last time Chase had bent me over the kitchen counter and fucked me in these heels. That was a good memory indeed. Hmm…maybe I’ll have to wear these heels soon at home. I got to my car and groped around my purse for. . disappeared? A sprinkle of friendsfrom my old town? Two or three cousins I hadn't seen in over five years?Nobody... Nobody else.My pulse rate started to fall. I opened my fist, palm up, fingersslightly curled, so the ring was in view again.It was so damn obvious what I should do.But that kind of worried me.Because if I kept it on now and never took it off then, I guessed, thelast traces of my female persona would slip away. The envelopes in thehallway; the make-up in the bathroom; everything. "She went to the kitchen with Johnson following closely behind her, then returned. Getz read us both our Miranda rights. "You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one..."We made a little procession out to their car. We were split, with Pam in the front passenger seat while Johnson drove, Getz and I sitting in the back. Each time I tried to inquire about what was going on, Getz just put a finger over his lips in a shushing motion. It only took us a few minutes to get to the.