That's how I get my feet into good boots," Mistress Dianna commented.slut did, and the steepness of the heel, combined with his weight, almost folded ...is foot into the tip of the boot. The bones of his feet felt like they were being ground together, and slut, I'm not even moving yet, if I can.Mistress Dianna forced the heel down, and then pulled up the zipper, dragging it past his ankle, calf, knee, and up his thigh, tightening the stretch material, until the boot ended just over the pink. Leaving Mrs. Lal alone and sex deprived.Coming to the sex story, so it was a Sunday morning and I had extra tuition as my boards were coming up. I reached Mrs. Lal’s house and rang the bell. The door opened, Mrs. Lal was standing in front welcoming me inside. She looked stunning and so beautiful like a sexy angel! She was wearing a semi-transparent white shirt. Through the shirt, I could see that she was wearing a brown bikini bra which was barely holding her huge melons. She was wearing blue. I could tell he had because he has no words to say to start the class. I just smiled at him and came and sat next to him on the chair placed next to the study table. He kept stealing glances at my cleavage while writing down the practice questions for me. I decided to take it a step further and put my hand on my as and slipped it down slowly until it touched my boobs and then scrubbed it upwards backward to the neck. He had stopped writing and was looking at me with a side glance.He suddenly. " Move closer to me darling and I'll give you a little surprise, Ellie said." Okay hun, here I am." Next thing that you know is that Ellie is putting her arms around you, and she puts her tongue down your throat. You think to yourself what a great kisser she is, and you notice that you enjoy having her boobs smashed up against yours. After fifteen minutes later Ashley walks into the bathroom and she sees the both of you kissing. Both of you break the embrace and decide that it is time to go,.