Camming Down the Rabbit Hole Ch 7
Crashing out without getting undressed, buttplug still in place, my morning wood had entirely broken free from the small thong I was wearing, the basque still holding my torso comfortably and the stockings gripping my legs snugly. I slipped out of bed and saw the new shoes from Biggie on the floor where I had kicked them off. I picked them up and gave them a much closer look than I had when I opened the box during the broadcast. They were really very elegant, quite sexy but not overly slutty,...