Took them this afternoon on Sparkle Beach."She walked by me into the living room, and I followed her, catching a faint whiff of her musky perfume. She...went over to the pictures drying on the darkroom wall and studied them carefully for a few minutes without comment, her hands on her hips. I fondled myself discreetly through my shorts as I watched her."She's beautiful," she said finally, in her precise, faintly- accented English. "Very nice breasts. They are real. But she is just sunbathing,. I promise." As you please. It's up to you. I don't mind helping you. Your broken leg has to be elevated most of the time. By the way, how is the sprained ankle?" Fine."Steven removed the dressing. The swelling was almost gone. After examining it, he tightly bandaged it anew."Let's adjust the crutches," he said.I noticed the green clogs near the bed."The right one is useless," I said."Just temporarily," Steven answered.Then he slipped the left shoe on my foot and helped me stand up, putting his. “I’m not sure you do.”“Please, I have to see it.”Slowly she moved the phone in front of my face. I blinked to bring the picture into focus. There I was face down on the bed, my hands bound by her bra. But what stood out the most was her Louboutin sticking out of my ass, the heel impaled deep inside me, the sole covering my cheeks.Ever so gently she started to play with it, reaching under me for my throbbing dick. As she pulled one she pushed the other a wonderful dichotomy of rhythm, one up and. Now I have always been self-conscious and I have never considered myself attractive in the manner that other women are however both of us were simply overtaken by the response we received from what became hundreds of men who very kindly messaged to say some very complimentary things about me. That was a real eye-opener to me, someone who had never felt that I attracted that sort of attention.My husband was anxious that I should not miss out on having a full sexual relationship, in other words.