And what excited me most was her sexy size 5 curvy high arched feet. And she used them like a weapon, dangling her stiletto high heels at just the rig...t moment when men of interest were around. Although she was slutty, she was a religious slut, attending church every Sunday. This particular story happened when I was 14. We were driving to church on a Sunday evening. I was already jacking off to her sexy legs and feet and was enjoying the view from the passenger seat as her legs and feet dressed. This forced her to bend forwards, and even then it was a most painful position as the shoulder joints were bent unnaturally and were taking a good deal of her weight. One of her feet was shackled to the ground and the other foot was casually kicked until it reached another shackle where it too was fastened. In this position, bent at the waist, breasts hanging below her torso, rump in the air, legs apart, with her most intimate parts open and freely available, she was left hanging.For two hours. Moving lightly, slowly down towards his stomach, she reached back to the satin bag and again coated the feathers with more of the soft white powder. Arching her own neck, she traced a path down her throat, slowly and gently dusting the powder over each of her breasts, down over her own body until the feathers met where they were so sensuously joined. Ever so gently, she pulled away from him, sliding her hips lower over his thighs until she could hold his throbbing cock in her hand. As. It was much bigger than mine, still soft with the exposed head from being circumcised.“Do it.”I reached out and curled my delicate fingers around his shaft as he pushed down on my shoulders and I sank to my knees. I needed both hands to lift the head to my lips and I could smell him for the first time. It was intoxicating. It entered my brain like a lightning bolt and I leant forward, eager to taste for the first time. I parted my lips and kissed the tip gently before opening wider and sliding.