His fingers were jammed so snuggly in the toes of the boots thathe could not move them at all. Similarly, his wrists were immobilizedby the stiff leat...her and the tight lacing. He suspected that even werehe to pull on the knots with his teeth, they would not be easy toloosen. He realized that without help he could not release his hands.Again, Kathleen had demonstrated the power of women's shoes to him. Thelight and seemingly fragile boots, the essence of femininity, were asstrong and binding as. I could only take a deep breath, uttering a non-coherent"uuummmmm" As I watched a gorgeous pair of eggshell green satin knickers,edged with white lace around the leg openings come to rest on the bed.It took all the strength and willpower I could muster, to hold back fromtaking them in my hands. To feel at last, these beautiful soft feminineknickers. There was no time anyway, as next to be laid lovingly over thebed. One matching petticoat, the bodice and hem displaying the same richwhite lace.. I finished masturbating with my left hand and used my right middle finger to probe my depths, swirling and fingering, finally getting past the second knuckle. And there was a feeling - and it's hard to describe, but it felt like my finger had passed a threshold of some sort and it gave me an extremely fulfilled, satisfied feeling way up inside, where I hadn't gone before. Like I was filled up, and I really liked it. But of course I came right about then, so I didn't get to explore as much as I. I worked every hour I could to pay for the visa and flights and got my beach body ready in the gym for what seemed like was going to be the best year of my lfe.I was living with a great group of three other lads and two girls and there were a dozen other apartments round us with young people up for a good time, it doesn't get much better!We all started working at a luxury golf resort for the rediculously rich and within a month or two we were a finely tuned hospitality machine.Lads being lads.