Next he removed her boots, every movement energized the weights between herlegs and made her catch her breath but she was at least glad to feel the ai...on her poor worn feet. Her relief was short lived however as he fitted eachfoot with a plastic support instead. These rested against the front of herfeet and fastened by means of soft leather straps around her shins and feet.They held her feet in an extended position, as if she were stood on tip-toes.They strapped around behind her feet and. She moved slowly down the hall, shaking her tight black ass for me to see as she disappeared into the kitchen See you later. Plenty of Attention, I thought about her words as I watched her go, tonight was going to be a new step in my marriage I wondered if I would still be able to have the same relationship with by wife after this night, then I wondered I might get to fuck Nancy. We walked into the living room at the end of the hall and my eyes took a minute to adjust to the dim light. I could. These were not ones to absorb much moisture. I made a fist toward Carol who smiled back at me."I'm sorry for being so rude," the man stated. "I'm David Russell." Vanessa Brooks." Nice to meet you, Vanessa," he smiled. I noticed that he wasn't particulary a handsome looking man. His face had traces of femininity to it, but everything else was male. He had a barrel chest, bulging muscles under that coat with his hands plunged in his pants pockets."Likewise," I replied that he never once checked. I couldn't back down now, I modified and reiterated, "Take your fucking dress off!" This time I managed a firm, solid voice. Pat stood and lifted her blue cotton dress over her head. "Satisfied?" she said, a smirk on her face. Presumably, because she wasn't wearing a bra or panties. "Is that all, Sir?" Pat said in a sarcastic voice. The "Sir," was drawn out. I took a drink of my coffee and looked Pat's naked body up and down. "No," I said, "Get on the table. Play with your cunt." I said cunt.