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And amenities.
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She stepped into the rainboots and I was glad, for it meant I could have the high heels. Carefully I bound them to my feet, working to get all the little buckles and straps closed correctly. Then I stood up. Bethany looked at me. You'll probably fall over in those, she said. I walked across the floor of our bedroom. The heels were at least four inches in height and they made my bottom swing with an exaggerated movement behind me as I stepped along in them. Bethany was right. I tottered at first, Eveline reaching out to grab me so I wouldn't fall. But I soon got the hang of it and was walking quite proudly round our bedroom. My tits shook a little with each of my steps, my bare ass jiggled behind me. Bethany follwed me, pointing her squirtgun at my ass and, I knew, wishing she had something in it to shoot out at me. I could hear the slapping of her boots upon the stone floor. You both look delicious, Eveline said. She nodded to the maids. They fetched our shirt cuffs and bow ties off our bed.
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I can feel it pressing against the lips of my pussy. It feels cold, hard. I put my arms behind me.