Date: Fri, 14 Jun 2002 15:37:35 EDT
From: MissColly@aol.com
Subject: A Mile In Her Heels

Colleen Thomas
Misscolly@aol.com
5/28/2002

                A Mile in Her Heels


Dawn sat on the edge of her bed feeling more awkward than
she ever could remember. She looked down at her legs,
encased in the white silk stockings and shuddered. Her hands
twitched nervously from place to place and she longed to
stick them into her pockets, but the short swing skirt she
wore had no pockets.

I feel utterly ridiculous! She thought. How did I ever let
that little brat talk me into this? She snorted, but then
smiled wanly. Because she is so cute and when she really
wants something you're powerless to refuse her. Even this,
she told herself mockingly.

Dawn was a short, compact girl with the dark eyes and the
olive skin of her Italian forebears. Her body was well
muscled from years of playing softball and riding her bike.
She had never liked dresses and had stopped wearing them as
soon as she left home. A tomboy all her life, she was
aggressive and had earned the nickname Animal for her hard-
nosed play on the field. She was highly competitive and had
made her way in the business world based on the same
toughness and aggression that had won her all state honors
on the softball field. She looked at the long tapered heel
of her shoe and snorted in disgust. Some butch I am, she
thought. Sitting here on the bed dressed like a tart. She
shook her head again.

Her lover was almost the complete opposite. She was older
than Dawn by a few years and had a shy retiring personality
that Dawn adored. She blushed easily, and was almost always
uncomfortable unless they were alone. She was five six and
probably weighed less than one hundred and twenty pounds,
Dawn had never been able to weasel her exact weight out of
her. Her body was lush, made for loving, with nice hips, a
teardrop ass and a large chest. She was always dressed in
something soft and feminine and Dawn had hardly ever seen
her wear anything other than heels in the seven months they
had been going out. She had an entire chest of drawers
devoted to lingerie, or frillys as Dawn called them. She was
utterly feminine and Dawn loved her all the more for it.

Their relationship was strong and loving. Dawn took the lead
in almost everything, and Danielle demurely accepted that.
She had moved to be with Dawn and had given up her job to
take care of the house. She was a good homemaker, and Dawn
had quickly come to enjoy coming home to be greeted at the
door and have dinner ready. She especially enjoyed the
greeting as Danielle took pains to look fresh and sexy for
her. Sometimes it was a nice dress and heels, others it was
jeans and a halter top, still others it was something slinky
and sexy and on one memorable occasion it was nothing but a
red bow in her hair. Dawn had not truly appreciated it until
today. She had almost forgotten what a pain in the arse
doing makeup and hair was. Her feet hurt from the heels and
it had taken her almost an hour, and every bit of patience
she possessed to get the seams on her stockings lined up
right and the garter clips attached.

The waist cincher had been a nightmare, and she had roundly
cursed Dani for picking it out for her. Even now she could
feel the laces biting into her back and she was forced to
take small sips of air if she wasn't standing. The color had
appalled her, a champaign pink. Dawn detested the color pink
and did not own anything with that color in it. She loved it
on Dani, but never, ever on herself. This just isn't going
to work, she thought to herself.

Dawn was a confident person, but her relative lack of
experience in the bedroom always made her feel inadequate.
Danielle had tried many variations and she had slowly
introduced Dawn to some of them. Thus far, the D&S games had
been her favorites. Dawn had really enjoyed restraining her
lover and having her way with her. Beyond that, the
knowledge that Dani trusted her so much made the scenes very
intense. Dawn knew she could never trust anyone like that,
and Danielle seemed to sense this and had never once
attempted to steer things in that direction.

Dawn remembered the first time she had fastened the
restraints on Danielle. She had looked so vulnerable spread
eagle on the bed in just her garterbelt and stockings. Dawn
had stood for a long time just looking, unsure of what she
wanted to do, or what she could. She had finally sat on the
edge of the bed and gently fondled the helpless woman's
breasts, working the small pink nipples into hard points.
Danielle sighed and moaned, and Dawn realized she had never
been this free to make her lover feel good. Danielle was so
caught up in making her partner feel good that she had
always resisted attempts to put her pleasure first.

Dawn had spent nearly an hour just licking, sucking and
fondling her breasts and Danielle had come twice from that
alone. By the time Dawn had moved to her pussy Dani was
begging to be let go. Dawn had ignored her pleas and feasted
on her dripping sex. She had driven Danielle to orgasm after
orgasm until her captive had pleaded in earnest that it felt
so good it was beginning to hurt. Dawn had stopped
reluctantly and released her.

Dawn's mind was snapped back to the present by the alarm
clock going off. She loved to remember that night, and it
always got her going. Even now she was aware of how excited
she was, her nipples where hard and the soft satin of her
push up bra felt good when she breathed out and it rubbed
against them. She realized she was moist and smashed her
hand down on the clock with enough force to pop the face
late off.

"Damnit!" she yelled.

Danielle would be home in half an hour and dinner wasn't
ready. Dawn stood up quickly and nearly fell onto her face.
She growled in frustration as she caught herself on the
nightstand and fought down the almost irrational desire to
kick off her heels. Six hours in the cursed things and she
was about to loose it. She moved carefully towards the
kitchen, acutely aware of the sway in her hips and the
maddening sensation of her skirt against her stockings and
ass. She was also aware of the satin of her panties on her
pussy and the pleasurable sensations that shot into her when
she moved wrong and they pulled tight against her bald
mound. The stockings also sent ripples of pleasure through
her as they moved over her freshly shaved and lotioned legs.
Her nostrils were filled with the scent of lilacs, and she
swore she would never again give Danielle ANYTHING from
Victoria's Secret scent shop.

Dawn was a good cook, and she quickly got dinner together.
She glanced nervously at the clock and hurried into the
dining room to set the table. The candles were lit and she
had just placed the plates on the table when she heard the
car pull into the driveway. She felt a lurching in her belly
and she was sweating. She could not recall being so nervous
and uncomfortable in a very long time. Her hands
unconsciously smoothed her skirt and she found herself
wanting a mirror to check her makeup.

When it dawned on her that she was acting like a girl she
cursed like a sailor and made her way towards the door. The
cursing helped but in the foyer all of her anxiety returned.
When she heard the key in the door she had to fight the
impulse to run. I would probably kill myself in these things
if I tried, she told herself and tried to smile, but the
best she could do was not to frown.

The door opened and Danielle walked apprehensively into the
house. She wore a blue work shirt and faded jeans, with
heavy work boots. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail and
Dawn saw her without makeup for the first time besides early
morning when she had just awakened. Dawn tried desperately
not too, but she broke out into a gale of laughter. Danielle
was so cute she just couldn't help herself.

Dani smiled at her and began to giggle herself and for a few
moments they laughed together. Dawn realized she must look
just as comical to her lover as Danielle did to her. When
they had both mastered their mirth they stood there in the
silence for a moment.

"This isn't going to work, do I have to go through with it?"
Dawn asked.

"You promised," Danielle said quietly.

"I know, but I feel ridiculous!" Dawn said turning her back
on her lover. She knew if she was looking into those loving
green eyes she wouldn't win this argument.

Dawn started when she felt Danielle's hands slide around her
slim waist and pull her tightly against her. Dawn felt
Danielle's soft lips on her shoulder and heard her whisper
"You look edible,"

"No fair," Dawn groaned as Danielle's lips moved to her
neck.  Dawn's neck was so sensitive the brush of her own
hair against it could send chills down her spine. Danielle
knew it all to well and Dawn relaxed into her embrace when
she felt the warm soft lips, and wet tongue of her lover on
her bare skin. Danielle continued to kiss and nuzzle her
neck, and Dawn felt herself begin to respond despite being
uncomfortable. She could easily break the embrace, she was
far stronger than her lover, but she had promised and it did
feel good. Danielle's hands slid upward to cup her breasts
and Dawn stiffened.

"All right, you win," she said and tried to step out of the
embrace, but Dani held her tightly.

"You smell delicious,"

"I smell like a whore,"

"That's my little woman," she said and laughed. The musical
laughter and obvious love in her touch and tone took the
sting out of the words, but Dawn still felt like smacking
her.

"Watch it," she growled.

"Where's my dinner?' Dani said as she released Dawn and
smacked her ass. Dawn whirled and drew back, barely stopping
herself from punching her lover in the face. Danielle's eyes
shot wide and she took an involuntary step backwards.

Dawn felt terrible. It was just a gut reaction, but it was
clear she had frightened Dani. Noting in the world could
ever make her want to hurt her lover, but she had struck
several men for smacking her ass like that. She relaxed and
managed to force a smile. "It's on the table,"

She turned and walked into the living room, still very
conscious of the way her hips swayed in the heels. Danielle
followed and took the seat at the head of the table, the
seat Dawn usually sat in. Dawn tensed and then forced
herself to relax and took Dani's usual seat. Dawn was a good
cook, and she knew Danielle loved her chicken parm, but she
suddenly found herself worried about it. What if I screwed
it up? She worried. They ate in silence, the candlelight was
soft and Dawn kept noticing Danielle staring at her as she
ate. Dinner was nearly done when Dawn couldn't stand it any
longer.

She caught Danielle staring at her again and blurted out,
"What? I look ridiculous don't I?"

"No, you look beautiful,"

Dawn snorted derisively, but she had to admit to herself the
compliment made her feel a little better. Danielle rose and
walked behind her, placing her hands on Dawn's shoulders she
began to massage them. Danielle's hands were soft and gentle
and had the ability to calm Dawn and make her relax. She
loved the way they felt and closed her eyes, allowing them
to work their magic on her body. If she had ever needed
calming, this was the time. It wasn't long before she was
leaning back into her lover's body, enjoying those soft
loving hands.

"Let's go to the living room," Danielle said softly. Dawn
nodded and stood up. She allowed herself to be led into the
living room, where Danielle picked up the remote and started
the Cd player. A romantic, slow song started and Dawn
recognized the music as her favorite make out Cd. Danielle
tossed the remote on the sofa and turned to take Dawn into
her arms. They started to dance, but a war of sorts broke
out as each tried to lead. Dawn was used to Danielle meekly
acquiescing to her desires, but when the older woman did not
Dawn remembered what was going on and forced herself to
follow.

Danielle was not used to leading and was not very good at
it. By the time the second song ended they were standing
still, just rocking in each other's arms. Dawn was having
some difficulties dancing in her heels at any rate, so she
was rather glad that was over. Her mind was ripped away from
her relief when she felt Danielle's hands slip down her back
to her ass and cup her cheeks. It wasn't a new sensation,
she had felt it many times before, but it was shockingly
different now. She felt vulnerable and exposed in the skirt,
and the satin felt sensuous on her behind. Danielle's hands
rubbing her cheeks through the skirt and panties produced
strangely intense sensations. Dawn could feel her nipples
harden, pressing into the soft fabric of her bra, and she
was very aware of the stockings on her legs. What's
happening to me? She thought in a state bordering on panic.

When Danielle's soft hands drew her skirt up and Dawn felt
the cool air on her thighs and ass she blushed for the first
time in ages. Danielle's mouth found her neck as the
redhead's hands slipped into the waistband of Dawn's panties
and began to work her ass. Dawn groaned and pushed her body
against her lover's. For some reason Danielle drew her hips
back, but Dawn was not in an inquisitive state of mind and
didn't even wonder why for more than a second or two.
Danielle's lips and tongue on her neck were driving her up
the wall, not to mention the soft hands on her ass. She did
not want to be enjoying this, did not want to be reacting to
it, but her body was on fire now.

When Danielle broke the embrace and took her hand Dawn
meekly allowed herself to be lead up the stairs towards the
bedroom. It was only when she saw the open door to her room
that she snapped out of the trance she was in. She pulled
her hand away from Danielle's violently and shook her head,
as if she were a boxer who had taken a stunning blow and was
trying to clear it. Danielle didn't give her the chance,
faster than Dawn thought possible the redhead pinned her
against the wall. One hand lifted Dawn's skirt, while the
other shot between her legs and roughly massaged her pussy.
Her lips sought out and found the most sensitive spot on
Dawn's neck and began to gently gnaw her skin.

"Nooo...mmmm...Stop!"

"Wow, your pussy is sopping wet,"

"I'm going to get you for this," Dawn panted. Danielle's
fingers were rubbing her mound in a circular motion,
concentrating on her clit. Dawn felt her hips buck
involuntarily. The bitch knows exactly how to do it, Dawn
thought.

"No, you are going to get it," Danielle said with a mocking
smile and before Dawn realized her lover's hands were no
longer on her body, Danielle scooped her up and carried her
into the bedroom. Danielle dumped her unceremoniously on the
big bed and then stepped back. She began unbuttoning her
work shirt, not in the slow, teasing way she usually did,
but in a very businesslike manner. Dawn forgot her anger;
she loved seeing Danielle's naked body. She was pleasantly
surprised when the shirt came off to reveal Danielle wasn't
wearing a bra. Her large full tits were on display to Dawn's
hungry eyes.

Danielle kicked off her boots and crawled onto the bed,
pushing her breasts against Dawn's chest and riding her down
onto her back. Her lips found Dawn's and her tongue forced
it's way into her mouth. Danielle had always been a tiger in
bed, but only reacting to Dawn's moves. Now she was raping
Dawn's mouth, and the fierceness of the assault took the
smaller woman's breath away. Danielle's hands worked at the
buttons to Dawn's poet's shirt and soon her bra was
revealed. Dawn was caught up in the intenseness and
responded, sucking at Danielle's probing tongue. She did not
protest and in fact helped get the shirt off, but she went
stiff as a board when she felt Danielle's fingers on the
closure of her bra.

Dawn hated her tits. They were ugly in her opinion and she
never took off her bra during sex. She shuddered at even the
thought of her lover seeing them and was careful to shower
when Danielle was still asleep. She realized with a sinking
feeling that Dani had anticipated this too, for her bra was
a front closure and she was helpless to stop her lover from
undoing it. Danielle's tongue down her throat prevented her
from protesting and she cringed when she felt the fragile
garment pulled free of her body.

Danielle broke the kiss and pushed herself up on her arms,
gazing down at Dawn's tits. Dawn held her breath; waiting
for the look of disgust she just knew was coming. Danielle's
green eyes sparkled in the light.

"You little fibber, they're beautiful," Danielle breathed
and lowered her head to kiss one. Dawn was really unsure as
to how sensitive her breasts would be, she had never let
anyone do this to them before. Danielle's lips were soft and
loving and when her tongue curled around a nipple Dawn
gasped. Her hands were warm and gently kneaded the tit she
wasn't sucking. Dawn was biting her tongue to keep from
moaning. She was not about to let this get to her. There was
no way she would let Danielle win and show she was enjoying
it.

For her part Danielle seemed bound and determined to wring a
moan from Dawn. She licked, sucked and fondled Dawn's boobs,
concentrating on the nipples and aureoles. The sensation
went from mildly pleasurable to very pleasurable, to white
hot jolts with every swipe of the warm tongue.  Dawn tasted
blood and realized she was chewing her lip, a small gasp
escaped when Danielle gently nipped her left nipple.
Danielle moved to her right nipple and laved it with her
tongue until it was a hard pebble in her mouth. Dawn felt
her suck hard, pulling the nip away from the aureole and
then gently chew on it. A low moan escaped her lips then, it
felt too incredible to remain silent any longer.

Danielle pulled her head up and grinned triumphantly. Dawn
frowned and was about to make a biting comment when her
lover's head dipped again and began to trail kisses down
Dawn's belly. Dawn squirmed, she knew that Danielle could
send her into orbit when she wanted too. The redhead's hands
gripped her thighs and slowly slid upwards. Dawn had never
felt anything as sensuous as those soft hands on the
stockings that she wore. She groaned and parted her thighs.

Dawn had no intention of fighting her battle here, she had
already learned that short of forcing her to stop there was
no way she could keep from coming once Danielle's mouth was
in contact with her pussy. Her soft lips, and amazingly
talented tongue were only part of it. She genuinely loved to
eat Dawn's pussy, and that made it so much more erotic for
Dawn. Danielle was also very intuitive and had quickly, more
quickly than Dawn had really been comfortable with, learned
to react to every signal Dawn's body sent, no matter how
small.

Dawn actually hoped Dani did bring her off that way, she
wouldn't feel bad about that. Danielle's fingers slipped
across the cool satin of her panties and tugged them down.
Dawn raised her hips to make it easier for her lover, and
the small bundle of damp satin joined her bra and shirt on
the floor. Dawn was expecting Dani to remove her skirt as
well, but the redhead just pushed it up, bunching it around
her waist and dipped her head between Dawn's thighs. Dawn
watched her and regretted that decision almost immediately.
She loved to watch her lover, the rapt expression on
Danielle's face was always such a turn on, but the sight
that greeted her was so incongruous, so totally alien to
what she normally saw, that if left her more uncomfortable
than a whore in church as her grandmother used to say.

The first thing that impressed itself upon her was her
breasts. She could see them and she wasn't used to that, nor
happy with it. Her breasts were small and not firm with half
dollar sized aureoles and small buttons for nipples.
Compared to Danielle's large, full breasts her tits looked
even smaller than the b-cup she wore. The Champaign colored
cincher, with it's heavy boning, delicate lace and long
garters was partially hidden by the bunched up blue skirt.
Her white stockings made her legs look paler than the rest
of her skin, and she still wasn't used to seeing her feet in
five-inch heels. She looked so.so feminine. The whole
display was profoundly disturbing to her. Not only because
it was not what she was used too, but because it was also
mildly erotic to her.

If the visual stimulation was mildly erotic, Danielle's
tongue and lips were on another plane of exciting. The
redhead's tongue traced along the puffy outer lips of Dawn's
sex, teasing her, building up the tension that she knew
would end only with a powerful orgasm. When her lover's
tongue dipped in between the wet folds to caress her inner
labia Dawn moaned. Danielle's tongue found her clit and
began to tease it with very soft flicks. Dawn's hips
undulated and she tried to relax, tried to allow herself to
orgasm quickly. Danielle had other ideas and pulled away
from Dawn's soaked pussy when the first quivers of her
thighs announced she was close.

"Bitch," Dawn hissed.

"Oh no," Danielle said as she stood and unbuttoned her
jeans, "tonight you're the bitch,"

Dawn was about to reply, but Danielle's jeans slipped over
her hips and what Dawn saw left her speechless. Instead of
the dainty garterbelt and sexy panties she always wore,
Danielle had a strap on buckled around her trim waist. Dawn
had three and often wore one under her jeans, and compared
to the large thick dildos she had the thin, pink, five inch
vibe on Danielle's was almost comical.

"No fucking way!" Dawn blurted out. Danielle smiled at her
as she stepped out of her jeans and stroked the vibe.

"This has gone far enough!"

"Shut the fuck up! You're my bitch and you are getting
fucked tonight, period!"

If the sight of Danielle wearing a strapon was shocking, the
words were even more so. In the time they had been together
she had heard Danielle curse all of three times. The quiet
woman was not comfortable with it and Dawn had even forced
herself to tone down her own sailor's vocabulary because she
knew Danielle was embarrassed by it. This was also the first
time she had ever heard the redhead raise her voice.
Danielle was soft spoken and hated loud noises. The tone was
what really got to her though; it was strong, confident and
commanding. Danielle had never used such a tone with her
before and Dawn had come to believe she was incapable of
doing so.

Dawn was not able to voice another protest as Danielle
climbed back on the bed and scooted between her thighs. Dawn
saw the determination in Danielle's face and resigned
herself to this humiliation. She loved Danielle too much to
stop her, if this was what she truly wanted.

Danielle carefully placed the vibe at Dawn's slick entrance
and tried to get it in. For her part, Dawn had never been
penetrated by a woman and it had been a long time since her
first and only time with a man. She gritted her teeth in
anticipation of the pain she knew was coming. Danielle went
very slowly, and very carefully, coaxing her and coaching
her.  When the tip slipped into her tight channel Dawn
grimaced and Danielle stopped instantly.

"Wrap your legs around my hips baby. Lock your ankles and
relax, the pain will go away, I promise," Danielle whispered
to her. Dawn did as she was bidden, managing not to jab
herself with her heels.  The pain lessened perceptibly and
Danielle slowly worked the rest of the small vibe in. Dawn
marveled at her lover's care and thoughtfulness even in this
predicament.

Dawn used very aggressive dildos, the smallest being a full
eight inches long and over three wide. Danielle knew from
past experience that Dawn didn't even like small vibes
inside of her during loveplay. The redhead had obviously
chosen a dildo that would not cause her any real pain or
discomfort. It was one of the many small gestures that
Danielle made on a daily basis to show her affection. Dawn
was suddenly aware of them, where she had not been before.

The vibe was all the way in now and it caused an
uncomfortable feeling of fullness in Dawn. Danielle tried
unsuccessfully to establish a rhythm and Dawn found herself
acting as coach and teacher now.

"Scoot your knees up, until they're touching my ass. Spread
your legs wider. There you go,"

The vibe slid in and out easily now, in long fluid strokes.
Dawn had been unaware of just how aroused she was until she
saw how slippery and wet the vibe was in the mirrored
ceiling as it slid in and out. Danielle was a natural at
most kinds of sex play and learned fast. Soon she was
stroking into Dawn with hard deep strokes, moaning as she
enjoyed the flood of new sensations from the strapon.

Dawn concentrated on remembering the last softball game she
had played in, play by play. She did her best to ignore the
powerful pleasure the vibe was producing. She closed her
eyes to shut out the visual stimulation. She would endure
this, but she refused to enjoy it. Danielle slowed her pace
and eventually withdrew the vibe. Dawn was hoping she had
given up. Her body was taut as a spring and thrumming with
desire. She was not at all sure she could have held back if
that had continued much longer.

"On your knees,"

Dawn silently complied. She knew she was not going to be
able to fight her lover's wishes. All she could do was
endure, but there would be hell to pay when this was over
she promised herself.

Once on her knees She relaxed as Danielle slowly reinserted
the vibe. The angle was different, and Dawn realized more
pleasurable to her. After a few gentle, experimental thrusts
Danielle seized her hips, held tightly and really went wild.
Dawn could hear the liquid sounds as the vibe sliced in and
out of her wet pussy. The sensations were powerful and
demanded her attention, but she fought with every fiber of
her being to ignore them. Danielle was moaning now, and Dawn
knew she would come soon.

Just...a...few...more...strokes... she thought as she gritted her
teeth.

Danielle released her hips and seized a hand full of Dawn's
hair, dragging her up onto her knees. One hand snaked around
her waist, found her erect clit and began to stroke it in
time with the thrusts. The one in Dawn's hair released its
hold and wrapped around her chest to grab a nipple and pinch
rhythmically.

"No," Dawn gasped.

"Cum for me baby, cum for Mommy," Danielle cooed in her ear.

I won't, Dawn thought desperately. I won't cum like a bitch
on her cock, damnit. Danielle's lips found her neck and
began to lick. That little bit of added stimulation was too
much. Despite herself Dawn felt her cunt contract violently
on the probing vibe. The orgasm that this portended was
shattering. The wave of pure bliss started in her cunt and
spread to her body like a tidal wave. Her mind was not ready
to cope with it, and she heard herself cry out in ecstasy.
Strong bursts of pleasure punctuated by violent contractions
racked her small frame. It seemed endless and she was sure
she was going to go mad.

------

They lay next to one another, Danielle holding Dawn and
stroking her hair. Dawn had been silent for a long time, and
it was obvious to her that Danielle was getting worried. She
rolled over onto her back and looked up at her lover's face.

"Bum,"

"I win," Danielle said with a giggle as relief flooded her
features.

"I know, I know, a shopping spree at the mall and dinner at
Gianni's,"

"And you have to wear your tux," Danielle added.

"You didn't have to do this, I would have been glad to take
you out shopping and to dinner,"

"Blame it on your own big mouth. You were the one who was
teasing me when I was getting ready. Telling me you would
never understand why I took so long and what I liked about
dressing up for you,"

"I know," Dawn sighed, "I know,"

" I told you that you were going to come," Danielle said and
snickered.

"And I am telling you if you ever try this again I am going
to tie you to the bed and fuck you half to death. Now take
that damned thing off and get me out of this rig before I
pass out from lack of oxygen," Dawn growled.

Danielle quickly and expertly undid the lacing on the
cincher and helped Dawn out of the stockings and heels. Dawn
undid the buckles on the strapon and helped Danielle remove
it. They took a long hot shower together and curled up in
bed, with Dawn spooned against Dani's back.

-----

The next day they had a good time at the mall. Danielle
tried on so many outfits and asked her opinion so many times
that Dawn half heartedly considered telling her they made
her look fat from then on so she could go home.

Dinner at Gianni's was romantic and wonderful. Dawn wore her
1800's tux and Danielle looked absolutely delicious in the
hunter green gown she wore. The car ride home was pleasant
and by the time they turned in Dawn was happy and feeling a
bit randy.

Once they were both in bed Danielle opened the nightstand
drawer and handed Dawn a small box. It was white and gift
wrapped, but it looked suspiciously like something from
Vicky's.

"What's this?"

"Open it and see,"

Dawn tore the box open and saw that it contained a very
frilly white bra and panty set. She looked up at Danielle
with something approaching anger in her face. Danielle was
staring at her with those sparkling green eyes and an
expression of amusement.

"What the fuck?"

"Well you promised last night if I tried this again you
would fuck me half to death, So...

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