George looked at her quizzically."I'm not right am I?" Pamela said surprised."No, its not bestiality. Look what really turns me on is feet. Well myfan...asy exactly is that I'm a shoe salesman. You're wearing a short skirt,panty hose and very high heels. I sit in front of you helping you find apair of shoes. I can peek up your skirt. I hear the sound of yourstockings rubbing against each other. You have a white slip on under theskirt. I see the lace just peeking out. Whew, I'm getting hot. Now. Noticing him looking at my cock my cock started to get hard. I panicked and turned around so he couldn’t see. I guess the panic and the turning around caused my cock to start to go down so I turned back around just in case he had seen my cock start to grow and I wanted to show it hadn’t. He didn’t say anything so I was relieved but I am sure whilst my cock wasn’t hard it was certainly bigger. I turned off the water and got out and went to the middle to dry and he put his towel around his. After an early breakfast, Col and I rugged up and walked round to my house. My mother helped us get the toboggan out of the garage from underneath a pile of old potato sacks. We took turns pulling each other along the road to the top of the Downs, where there were already quite a few toboggans racing down the hill. We piled on to ours, with me in front at Col’s insistence as it was my toboggan and set off down the slope, our feet splayed out either side. By the time we reached the bottom, we. While the men attached ropes to my ankles, forcing my legs apart, I held my wrists over my head. The girl is supposed to cooperate and also expose herself as much as possible, though with my pussy already wide open, there wouldn’t be much point in covering my tits even if I was a rape victim. Another pseudo rule is smiling. We always do. We never pretend we’re not enjoying ourselves. The men next separated my wrists and clipped me spread eagle using a rope to each hand. Before using the.