He reached down to pick up the kitten heeled mules next to hislavender high heels and eased himself down on the edge of his bed toslip them on. He st...od up and waked in them easily as he strode out ofhis room. With a quick stop near the hallway mirror, Frankiestraightened first one leg and then the other to be sure there were nowrinkles in his pantyhose. He tossed his hair back over his shouldersand made his way to the kitchen.Once there, quickly finished his breakfast and was tidying up. Of course they were baying for more, they wanted to see everything, but thankfully I awoke and punched his lights out.I stormed out of his house and made my way back into town, on foot. Then my phone rang and this stranger asked me if I was OK, to which I said I was, and we got chatting.After a short while he started to get a little personal and talked about a particular tattoo I had on my inner thigh, up close to my crotch, one that can only be seen if my panties were down, and revealing. Then I removed the strings of the petticoat and pulled it down. I was surprised as she was without a panty and I could see love spot clean shaved and a perfect one. I ram my hand on her pussy and slowly started putting my finger into it and she started getting into excitement and I could feel wetness and it was dripping. She moaning loudly by this time, gripping my head more tightly and making aaaah and ooooh sounds. Their were only moaning sounds from her mouth, mostly with her mouth and eyes. The salty taste of blood reminded her of who she was. She felt the mask settle back over her face as the blood and growing anger caused the pain to recede. When she spoke, her voice was brittle, anguish hidden just beneath the cover of her anger. ‘I neva’ believed in love befo’… I-I thought wid you would be different. I were wrong.’ Her pain made her lash out. ‘I jess’ Karsh afta’ all I’s dun need o’ want love ifn’ this what it gonna do. Sa’ go…leave…da Karsh were right. All dea’ is be blood.