Instead of my pants, a pleated tartan miniskirt was wrapped around mywaist, coming down to just mid thigh. What felt like ivory thigh highstockings co...ered my legs and I followed them down to see that my feetwere snugly fitted into a pair of black leather knee high 3in heeledboots, with a zip going up the sides of them.Moving my gaze back up my body, I felt a tightness on my crotch and movedmy fingers between my thighs. Sure that my cock and balls were there, Ibit back a cry as I felt only a. Confrontation would only cause her to deny things and come up with some excuse for why the mark was there and then quit or slow down on what she was doing. Nope. No confrontation till I had all the facts. And then? Good question I thought; damned good question.Leslie and I went all the way back to grade school. We were the same age so we were in the same classes. Her last name was Taylor and mine was Talbot and in the early grades since the teachers usually had you sit in alphabetical order we. In the midday blaze, his powerful muscles shone with sweat, rippling as he moved. He was naked, save for a loincloth, a simple necklace of red beads and a strange gold bracelet on his left wrist. It seemed to have been grafted to his arm in a single piece, more like a manacle than a bracelet, for no seam or hinge was visible and the regular, overly-smooth shape was beyond the skill of even the best craftsman. From his waist dangled a simple axe, fashioned from a large chunk of obsidian tied to. "I'm afraid this will hurt a little, but I promises it will feel a lot better afterwards." the same sweet voice said, the firm tone had faded and was replace by a caring one.When I finally opened my eyes I thought I had died and gone to heaven, how else to explain the beautiful Angel I was seeing... but wait did angels wear nursing outfits? And were are the wings they are supposed to have...While all this raced through my fever riddled mind the Angel lowered her head and toke my manhood in her.