She was still in the bathroom. Walking in I stopped and gazed at her.She was standing at the vanity, brushing her wet hair, nude and damp from the sh...ower. Her heart-shaped ass and curvy hips drew my attention away from the sight of her jiggling breasts in the mirror. Between her slightly spread legs, I could just see her pout, glistening invitingly, and my lust responded.I approached her, put my hands on her hips, and kissed her shoulder. Then I put my hand on her upper back and pushed her. Mrs. Whitman pronounced them perfect, and told the clerk I would wearthem home. She left my old heels there and told the girl to dispose ofthem. On the way back to her car I said, "How high are these heelsMa'am?" I believe they are 16 centimeters." They seem impossibly high Mrs. Whitman. I feel so unsteady in them,and my feet are bent down so much more." Yes Vicki, I'm sure it will take a while for you to adapt to them, butin no time at all you will be running around in them like they were. She made no attempt to move as a shackle on a chain within the cage was fastened to her leg and the door closed.Then the guard stood up and dragged her to her feet again. Saying something in a language she did not understand, he ran his hands over her breasts and between her legs. Her attempt to fend him off earned her an open-handed slap across the side of one breast, which not only hurt abominably and knocked some of the breath out of her, but also served to send her to her knees again.The. I hopped off the couch and climbed quickly to my room. I shed my clothes in record time. I swear my cock grew fingers and slipped out of my briefs by itself. My fingers were wrapped tightly about my seven inch shaft well before my body fell back on my bed."Ohh, I wish I could fuck somebody!" I whispered. My hand pulled firmly but slowly. I like slow fucks. They really get me high. I don't start beating it hard until I'm just about ready to shoot. Then it's like rockets. God, how I love to get.