Angela gasped as she saw Janet before her in the impossibly high boots and arms encased in the rich soft k**skin leather.“Worship me slave!”, Jane... commanded.With robotic compliance, Angela lay herself prostrate before the towering boots of Janet and proceeded to kiss, lick and worship Janet's legs. Her mouth worked itself into a frenzy tasting the soft leather boots, using her own leather gloved hands along the calves and thighs to massage the legs of her mistress.Eyes closed, Janet kneaded. He had done three tours if Afghanistan before he lost his leg. His leg was missing from the knee down.He obviously worked his ass off in rehab for two years. He earned an accounting degree from an online college. Of course his next move was to join Federal Bureau of Investigation as a field agent. He was tapped as an anti-terrorism task force agent. He had two years field experience, but he was not the agent in charge on his current assignment. He was merely a one legged field agent.According. The widow was Teddy's known best friend, if not his consort. No one objected or ever looked at the widow as a loose person. The two were far past the ages of whispered suspicions. While the widow and Mom wept in the front of the chapel, many of the area's people had wet eyes for someone like Teddy who had been a good friend and neighbor to all.Back home, Raul surprised me by coming by to just visit. I found him a beer and we sat in the office to shoot the bull. Raul asked, "I have a couple of. Jaise hi maine oski choot me oongali dali swati ekdam sisak oothi. Fir maine dheere dheere apni oongali andar bahar karne chalu kar di. Swati poore josh me aa chuki thi. Thodi der bar osne mujhe roka or mera t shirt ootar di or fir meri pent ki button kholne lagi. Maine oska sath diya or pent ki button khol diya. Osne mera pent or underwaer ek sath neeche kheech diya. Mera lund aazad ho gaya jo ki apne poori lambai k sath tan k khada hua tha. Mera lund dekh k oski aankhe khuli ki khuli reh.