Tossing it in the garbage shereturned with a cream to rub into my skin. It was cool to the touch. Asshe rubbed it in, I could feel her pulling on my f...ace in differentdirections. She was pulling back on my cheeks and up on my forehead. Themuscles where she massaged seemed to stay put after she stopped pulling.My whole face seemed tighter.I reached up to feel my face and stopped short. My nails were bright redand ? of an inch long. I looked down at my feet as she removed thepieces separating my. I think she enjoyed it as well. Later that evening she was looking through the magazines, pointing out various pictures to me when she asked just where on earth these shoes came from, I mean she says, some one must make them for the models to wear. Remember, this was before the days of the internet. Anyway to cut a long story short one day I was looking through a copy of 'Exchange and Mart' when I saw an advert for 6" and 7" heeled shoes from a shop in London called 'Cover Girl' based in SOHO,. I had my little 4-inch cock out and was wanking away trying to cum before he got down here, but had to now put it away as he entered the cave.I looked at him and waited for him to speak. He looked me in the eyes and said you are one lucky man, she is such a sexy woman, and her body still feels like a teenagers. He said you need to let me fuck her again now I have tasted how tight her pussy is, I need to fuck it more often.It was at this point I suddenly thought what have I done, will my wife. Debra was shrieking now and pleading for respite but Eleanor continued to whip her mercilessly. Julie stood riveted by the scene. Debra’s back, bottom and the back of her legs were an angry red in colour. There were bruises appearing on her sides where the strap had curled around her flanks and loins and the centres of her buttocks were turning a livid purple under the onslaught. Tiny flecks of blood appeared on her swollen bottom as she howled and wept under her Mistress’s correction. Julie.