At first this is a struggle. Walking on 5 inch stiletto heels is hard enough sober but when both shoes and wearer are three sheets to the wind it’s pretty near impossible. However after a few scrapes, the fresh air starts to clear Sharon’s head and progress is made, to where she knows not.
Everywhere she looks, Sharon fears there will be traps laid by her shoe-tormentors to convince her of her slut status. They keep up a continual barrage of lewd remarks which, in spite of herself, she finds highly erotic. Her nipples are aching, her pussy moist and aroused as the shoes helpfully point out.
“Remember, if any man approaches you, you will find yourself forced to seduce him, to ask, to beg, maybe even force him to fuck you, which is anyway just what you most desire right now isn’t it?”
Actually this what Sharon fears most right now as she doesn’t know whether she can resist. Strangely the alcohol has made her more stubborn but the uncertainty is gnawing at her self confidence.
Tue May 11 11:14:26 1999
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