I couldn't wear a four inch heel - i won't be able to stand.i couldn't go to a store and buy heels - i'm not feminine!i don't xdress in public!SHE did...n't care.i realized that being able to walk means nothing when my heels are in the airlike a good slut!i realized that i needed to please HER.i HAD to be a public humiliated sissy slut to please HER.TODAY....i was on the road for the first time in a week. my recently sprained ankle wasfeeling ok, and the swelling has gone down. Did this mean my. A diamond necklace andearrings that my mother had given me for Christmaswere the final touches.When Hillary came to the door, the sight of himsparked a new sensation between my legs. He wasdressed in a navy blue suit, white shirt and Hermestie, and he radiated power and confidence, from thespring in his step to the tilt of his chin. He kissedme on the cheek so as not to muss my lipstick, and heseemed nervous as we made small talk over a drinkbefore he escorted me to his car for the short. ‘What’s wrong boy? Are you missing out?’‘PLEASE STOP. LET ME OUT!’‘Fuck no!’ I laughed. ‘No fucking way boy.’‘PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE!’ Real desperation was infused with the words.I wasn’t going to get involved with an argument. I shut him off, then decided to give him a present. It must be hell in there.‘Tell you what boy, you’re probably suffering for not being able to feel anything, so I’m going to give you some feeling back, just in certain places and at certain times ok?’ I didn’t wait for. As Helen got changed out of her work clothes she quickly rubbed her clit bringing herself to orgasm. She bit her lip quite hard to prevent her from squealing with delight as her orgasm passed through her body. Helen changed and quietly headed down the stairs to the kitchen to prepare dinner.Over dinner Helen and Andrew shared a bottle of wine and caught up on what each had been up to recently, although they did speak frequently on the phone and text each other to make sure each was alright..