There would becleaning up after the five females in the house and then worse ofall was the threat of being made to lick clean their panties. Itwasn't ... threat. It was a promise that they would make me do it.Disobeying them was not an option. If I did they would enjoy thepunishment that they would no doubt dream up for me.Emily came into the room released me from the sleep suit and toldme to remove my nappy and brush my teeth, 'you are not to wash'she said. I looked at her and nodded. I went to. ‘And she asked me about how I wanted to try to deal with my impending celebrity status. Basically she had the same sorts of thoughts that Charity and that FBI agent had.’ ‘Which ones…?’ ‘That my choices were basically to either try to live a secret life, change my identity if I were identified, basically go underground. Or to deal with being a celebrity. And everything that comes with that. ‘And if I were to do that, that meant acting like a celebrity. In the sense of using the reason for my. He holds out a pair of shoes in front of Jeanette and asks her to put them on. They are black pumps with metal heels almost five inches long. Jeanette slips into the pumps and starts to turn around, but his hand holds her tightly. He orders her to lean against the wall. Willingly Jeanette obeys the stranger's command. One of his hands gently forces her bending forward against the wall. His other hand pushes down on her lower back, so that Jeanette has to arch her back. The high heeled pumps. I watched him and moaned as he sheathed himself. I grasped his arm and pulled him towards me. “Patience,” he said teasing me, smiling wickedly. “Don’t make me wait,” I said. “I need you. Don’t torture me.” “I’m not into torture,” he said, moving on top of me again. I spread my legs wide and he kissed me deeply, making me ache for him. He reached down and grasped me underneath my left knee, bending my leg against him. I broke our kiss and let out another soft ‘uh!’ as his cock pressed inside me..