"I stewed in anger, clenching Shannon's small fists at my sides to staveoff my rage. The smug little bastard was really pissing me off. Myanger was ke...pt in check by my fear. Only Randal could put things back.Only Randal could give me back my body."Do those shoes hurt your new feet Bob?" Randal said, nodding towardsmy feet.In fact they were, though I was able to miraculously walk and maintainmy balance in them, they were killing me. Sighing before hand Ianswered, "Yes. The damn things are. "Greg nearly gasped. Allison had done lesbian photoshoots? That was something she hadn't mentioned to him before. He wasn't sure how he felt about that. It didn't really surprise him; she was the most uninhibited woman he had ever met. The revelation had caught him off his guard, however."Oh my god," Roberta breathed, a grin on her face and excitement in her eyes."But those days are behind me now. I was never really serious about it anyway." So Greg," asked Kristen, "does that mean you're. The last time the Comte was in this room was when his father told him his mother had died. As the young man recalled the memory of that awful day, he felt his heart fill with tears. Before the young man was able to gather his emotions, he felt his right cheek become slightly damp and quickly wiped the tear away before his father was able to see his grief. M.de la Fere beckoned his son to come closer to the desk. ‘Son, I am an old man of poor health and I have no grandchild. Why is this? Why do. Later that day, the text I received answered my question.‘SO then..... did you like the feel of my warm silk knickers this morning? Hmmm? xx’I stared at my phone, not knowing quite how to reply. It buzzed again.“Well if you like the feel of them, then I think we should see if you like wearing them, don’t you?”I read the text again and again, not believing what she had said. The immediate sense of panic dispersing as my state of arousal became evident. I was again lost for words as my phone.