It was another full house. Moe could almost hear the cash register belch. Dutch wouldn’t show for at least an hour – too much behind the scenes wo...k with the show people – so Moe put a word in to the maitre’d that he was looking for Mrs. Winslow. The little trip to the pokey had raised too many questions in Moe’s mind, questions that Dutch just might know the answer to, but he’d kill some time chit-chatting with Kitty, just to reassure himself that the dame wasn’t more than met the eye. Moe. I was in the mood to fuck and cum on some heels, which I wished I would have had the camera. So while they're still in the living room I dig through our closet and get out the victim: A beautiful 4 inch, Nine West, black leather round toe heel(Yeah I gave the brand and type of heel, gotta make a story great with details)but anyways they are brand new too with that new heel scent. Right out of the box. I pull down my pants and boxers and those heels met my cock. They felt so amazing. Well, as I. I’m half dragged half walked to a vehicle. I hear the car door open and am pushed inside. I beg to be let go but only get the response of the radio being turned up. After driving awhile, the car is put in park and the door is opened. I’m roughly dragged out of the car and forced inside a house. I’m pushed through the house to the bedroom. There I’m pushed onto the bed. My hands are released from behind my back and recuffed above my head to the bed. I’m left there for several minutes. Suddenly. The riff-raff that was lining the streets took it as a sign of cowardice and they started mocking the man. The mocking grew quickly and the man's face became red with embarrassment. Frustrated he did what he shouldn't have done. He lost control.Angrily he turned on the mob and told them to disperse or he would deal with them as well. The response was the throwing of trash and detritus at the man and his patrol. Something wet and slimy hit the man in the face. Something else hit another.