The feeling sent a shiver of excitement down my body, making me feel sensual and feminine. I knew what I needed next and leaned down under the bed to ...rab my black platform heels, slipping my toes into the shoes and standing up to admire myself."You look so fuckable!" I said to myself in a high pitched voice.I wiggled my ass as I tiptoed over to the wardrobe, grabbing my sexy V-neck lace up party dress and pulling the tight polyester material over my stockings. I stood for a few minutes in. Each of the bridesmaids wore long-sleeved gloves that ended in cat-mittens, and they were given cat-ear headbands and long plush cat-tails that attached to their buttplugs. They looked like adorable sex kittens. The gloves had a little lock at the wrists preventing them from removing them. The cat mittens had no differentiated fingers so the girls couldn't hold things or really do anything useful with their hands while wearing them.The bride had more traditional gloves, with fingers (good. We both then laughed a little and she took me for my x-rays. Then, after some vicodins and the results i only had a small chip/hairline fracture, but man it hurt like hell! She said, ok you only need a removable cast, not the full arm ones you on tv. As she was putting it on, she smiles and says well, i think i will still call you daredevil boy and we both laughed again. Then she pulled my arm near as she was snapping the brace on, she pulled it right onto her breast and moved the outside of my. "Let's start with last night. What was that?"Her eyes shift away from me, and they're almost black in this light, and impossible to read. She moves uncomfortably on her feet. "I- I don't know. I..." She's biting her lip, hesitating, and I grab her shoulders. I have to know. Have to make her look at me. And it works. "I just wanted to." Her voice is soft, so quiet, and it makes me aware of how close we are. And her arms uncross, her hands sliding around my waist and she leans her head closer.And.