’ She nodded, and then wiggled her toes impatiently. The shoe was lying on its side, about twenty feet up the stairs. He took it up, then checked i... the heel was broken. It wasn’t. The insole was still carrying the heat of her foot, and he could sense a nice leathery smell. The size stamped on the insole was 6. She ran her hands down her legs, inspecting her stockings. They obviously weren’t laddered, because she smiled contentedly. ‘It wasn’t that bad after all,’ she said and reached out to. This latest occasion was a little different.We both attend the group massage training I found on the net close to our home.There are three rooms, great tables, oils and instructions, the masseur has been massaging for 10 years with an average group of 6+, aged 45 and over.He demonstrates to us all and then we pair up and practise.With the group, my wife willingly got naked as the subject.After he demonstrated on her to us all, I took her into adjoining room and got her naked on the table and. Master told us to hang up and squeeze into the cockcages. We were instructed forward a video showing our face explainingthat we were willing locking ourselves up for good as part of ourserious sissy training. We were to lock the cage in place and then takethe key and flush it down the toilet. He told us that the first one tosubmit this video would receive 20 points. 15 for second, 10 for last.Then he hung up and I sprang into action.I was suddenly consumed with the desire to take over first. .Hurts.” She was half hoping he’d pull out and find another hole to fuck, but at the same time she liked it. “I know. You deserve it, bitch.” Krista was surprised, “What?” Todd pulled Krista by the hair so that the back of her head was on his shoulder, “You’re a bitch. I waited all year for you to hit on me so we could fuck before I started dating Ashley, but you didn’t.” He said as he fucked her asshole. “Instead, you waited until tonight, of all nights. And now you hit on me, knowing I.