‘For God’s sake Julie’ I reprimanded my self ‘they are only shoes after all’. I then thought, as I slipped into my 4.5′ black mules, that ...’d wait until after breakfast before attempting them again. I snickered to myself, in a Mutley kind of way, all the way downstairs that I’d escaped the torture by using logic. Breakfast was a lingering affair. I managed to make it last until late morning before conceding that I was being a complete and utter coward. I went upstairs, into the bedroom and. Returning her earlier favour, I bowed before her and worshipped at the altar of her womanhood, feasting upon the succulent secretions that poured forth. I lapped up all she could offer then knelt between her legs and positioned myself to take possession of her imaginary virtue."I'm scared," she whimpered."Just relax," I comforted. "I'll take it slowly."My cock spread her open, her labia clinging desperately around the circumference of my shaft. Her stockinged legs rested on my forearms as she. She heard one of the other barbarians call him Conan. "I thought you said no one left alive Conan? Why are you saving this woman?" "Because she is the queen and I want to extract information from her", he replied. Once back in the barbarian village, he forced a drink down her that caused her to go into a deep sleep. Now awake, she wondered if any of her fellow amazons were left alive, and what plans they had for her. She would rather be dead than a slave to these pigs. But her thoughts were. Friday meant Samantha wanted a younger stiff knob between her thick legs. Saturday was great because Mike got to have sex another woman but Friday was usually hotter and nastier since Samantha was just "putting out" and not really socializing. One week about three years ago, Samantha told Mike on Wednesday that she would like to go to the club that Friday so Mike prepared for a long night. The club had some interesting rules. For one, there was a five drink minimum, so everyone was well.