A Good Man
Matthew had nothing but a close-up view of the shining steel heel of my stiletto.He was on the ground, chin to the floor, hoping for a token lick or maybe eventhe chance to start worshipping up my taut legs, now in fishnets. He was yearning,I know, to lick slowly up the back of my calves, following the seam, inchingcloser and closer up toward my thigh and eventually finding his head undermy rubber skirt. Nope, it wasn't going to happen. I left him there, not releasing him fromthat position, as...