"I think she saw a spark of rebellion in my eyes. "Now prepare me a drink while I get some things ready." Numbly I fixed her a Scotch and soda.She cam... into the living room and taking me by the hand, drew me into the bedroom.When I saw the whips, long and lethal-looking, neatly arranged on the bed, I cried out, tried to run.But before I reached the door she had grabbed me by my hair. She threw me on the bed, and with one knee on my back she pinned me down."Don't fight me. I'm going to give your. “I hoped you would be proud of me,” she said.Courtney O’Neal, my Courtney, was sporting long, lean muscles that put Gloria Valderrama’s to shame. Courtney’s muscles were slim, angular and sharply defined. She was sleek and lean like a predatory animal, with her abs, arms, and legs cut into muscle shapes that looked like they were carved from granite. She looked dangerous. “Four months...” I mumbled.“Yeah Greg. Four months. Four months to get this body. I thought you would be proud of. I stuck the money in my pocket and drove down the road to the hell-and-brimestone church where they sold and rented young girls, run-aways and abandoned kids, homeless for whatever reasons. I had gotten a couple of good lays from them, just girls for a week or so, disposables.They had nothing I wanted, just a bunch of soft, beat-up sluts.So I had to go retail and headed for the Mall and the Doll Factory where there were always nice looking youngster for sale or rent. They did and I had a hard. They felt and looked great. I walked aroundin them for a while, being careful to put one foot slightly in front ofthe other so that my ass swayed back and forth. I enjoyed looking downand seeing my painted toes peeking through the V-shaped openings in theshiny pumps.I returned to try on the third pair. They were a pair of chocolatebrown sling pumps. Each shoe had a squared-off toe and a seam down thecenter, with white stitching along it. The heels were wide but notchunky, and about 3" high. He.