Saturday morning, blissfully ignorant that her sister Cheryl had made her a target and that her ongoing sexual escapades were being captured on camera, lovely Kyla was smug and satisfied from putting one over on that stuck-up snot Charlene in the women's washroom. Unknown to Buck or Charlene, Kyla's dirty-minded girlfriends had snuck in right behind Charlene. As Charlene pulled down her panties and squatted down for a long noisy pee, they had one by one tiptoed up and peeped over the door to the handicapped stall, verifying that Buck was in position balancing precariously on the seat facing away from the door with his hands braced against the wall. His pants and boxer shorts were down around his knees and his tight bare buns were clearly visible with a smirking Kyla running her muscular tongue along his erect penis. Kyla gave each girlfriend a naughty wink when she stepped up, peeped in and, after a long incredulous look at Buck's dripping one-eyed milkman, stepped back hand over mouth, stifling a giggle.
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Kyla sashayed saucily in her black spike heels. The clinging black dress showed off leggy Kyla's spectacular figure. Her full breasts looked like they were going to pop out of the top. The short dress also highlighted her athletic legs, highly toned from performing fucksquats for Buck and other fun guys. There was no trace of a bra or panty line on the tight dress because naughty Kyla wasn't wearing any. Laura studied her carefully as Kyla did her fashion model walk back and forth in the skimpy little black dress. Put together with her knowing smirky-bitch face, the LBD made Kyla look like a dirty-minded brazen young hussy.
It was feeding time. Since she could no longer walk easily, lovely Melody got to crawl naked on her belly for food. Just as she got close, Dr. Li playfully moved the steaming bowl of delicious beef stew just out of reach. The gruelling electro-convulsive workouts were exhausting and made Melody utterly ravenous. Unhinged mentally, wild-eyed with hunger, her beautiful blue eyes focused dementedly on the steaming aromatic bowl containing one of her favourite foods. This was a delight that she had oh-so-helpfully listed as a particular favourite on Dr. Heinrich's questionnaire so long ago in a university world far, far away. Hands bound behind her back, she pursued the bowl, slithering forward on her belly like a snake.
"Bad things can happen to smart-asses, Candy. Somebody might sprinkle itching powder into the spare bra and panties that you probably carry in that gym bag. They could drop some sharp tacks into your boots on the mat there for an ouch-y surprise when you take off those high heels and pull on your boots to go home. They could squirt water on the back of your dress, aiming exactly for where you can't see it. When you walk down the hallway everybody will think you've peed your panties. Better yet, someone could squirt some pig's blood down the back of your dress so it looks like you're having a really bad period and are too stupid to stopper it up properly."
Read them for yourself: Fire and Rain James Taylor Just yesterday morning they let me know you were gone Susan, the plans they made put an end to you I walked out this morning and I wrote down this song I just cant remember who to send it to Ive seen fire and ive seen rain I seen sunny days that I thought would never end I saw lonely times when I could not find a friend But i always thought that id see you again Wont you look down upon me Jesus you got to help me make a stand You just got to see me through another day My bodies aching and my time is at hand An' I wont make it any other way (chorus) Been walking my mind to an easy time my back turned towards the sun Lord knows when the cold wind blows itll turn you head around Well there's hours of time on the telephone line to talk about things to come Sweet dreams and flying machines in pieces on the ground
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Pleased, Laura sat down, parked her bare bum on a well-padded chair, pointed her toes prettily, pulled on the spike heeled black ankle boots and laced them up. The heels were so high that she was practically walking on tiptoe, but Laura had been balancing in spike heels most of her working life so this was no new challenge. The difference between high fashion and complete sluttiness has always been a very fine line indeed. She stood up and sauntered about sexily, looking like a very high-priced call girl.
Thus, in 1960s pop culture, Nancy Sinatra's song "These Boots Are Made for Walkin'" has a speaker who tells the implied audience, "You keep lying when you ought to be truthing.