Over the course of time I would tell her she looked amazing in those blue flats and how sexy it was when she would play with them. She caught on where...I was going with this so she eventually let me buy her a number pairs of Sam & Libbys… black, green, tan, white… and before too long they became her main shoe, wearing them whenever and wherever she or we went.For a foot fetish guy there was no better chick that could have been found: 1) she had no issue with my obsession with her feet or shoes. As there was nothing left to do at the site of the accident, Captain Judson called down to the boiler engineer, "Ahead full," and got underway again.Despite the chill of the evening, the Irish Princess passengers had lined the promenade rails from the moment the explosion had jolted them into knowledge of the accident. When the two survivors were taken into separate cabins for care, the crowd began drifting back into the main salon for coffee and to discuss the tragic accident.When the Captain. The world folded about itself.She couldn't breath, couldn't move, couldn't scream. Everything was compressed and twisted. It felt so much longer than the brief teleportation yesterday. Panic begin to trickle in. What if something had gone wrong and they were—The world unfolded. Her vision returned. She gasped in a breath."We're here," Christy said, nodding her head, pride filling her voice. "That wasn't so bad." It was," Britney muttered. "You folded space. We should be reduced to strings of. Reeling from the pain, Paul attempted to stammer out some words but nothing came out. Grinning cruelly the man shoved Paul roughly onto the floor, crossed to the closet, gazed inside for a moment, before pulling out a bright yellow nylon plastic windcheater. He returned and immediately noticed a small bulge had reappeared under Paul's skirt. He gave a nod of satisfaction. 'Looks like being treated rough is turning you on, bitch.' In his mind, Paul had to agree. The feeling of being treated so.