This choice: You climb onto the white sandals. • Go Back...
Chapter #4
White Polish Ride
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No time to think. The sandals have the most to hold on to, and so you charge forward. A large leather band wraps around her ankle, you sink your hands into it as deeply as you can and straddle her heel. There are times when you wish you put more thought into your bold action, and this is one of those times. Each step this giantess takes throws your feet from her and slams you down again into place, bruising your pelvis you're sure. Glad she's doing the walking now.
You take time to observe where you were going. You recognized some of the sites. The hammer and bell dinging on the strength tester swoops by in several strides. A concession stand with the unmistakable odor of overcooked hot dogs rolls by. The girls stop in the small games area. They watch as others play a ring toss game, then take their own shot at it. You let go from your grasp on the woman's sandal and fall on your bare ass, legs unbelievably sore from the ride.
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