Having reasoned sensibly, Nastya decided that this could not be - she knew firsthand that a person could not experience an orgasm an infinite number of times in a row - sooner or later the supply of internal "drugs" would be exhausted. Consequently, all she needs to do is to “defuse” herself to the maximum before going to this damned shop. Moreover, she still needs to at least learn a little about walking on such high-heeled shoes, from which she can now fall at any moment. Now another problem - Nastya could not appear in such a way on the street. Her usual clothes will not hide these nightmarish stilettos with “bracelets”, neither bra thorns, nor collar. So, she will have to choose the appropriate wardrobe for this “walk”.

After breakfast in a hurry and washed, Nastya took up preparations. First of all, she took the usual livchik, tightly stuffed his cup with cotton and wore over her "spiked" bra. Then she found a tight dark green turtleneck sweater with a high collar in her mother's wardrobe. Pulling it over herself, she turned in front of the mirror - her breasts seemed to have grown one and a half times, but the spikes did not look out. If you raise the collar to the chin, then the collar was not noticeable from the front, but the ring behind it was clearly visible, the tips of the thorns pierced the wool and stuck out, gleaming with chrome steel. To hide all this, Nastya had to tie a scarf over the top of her collar. Then she found her old mother's skirt - long, black to the ground, she was made of heavy velvet and left only her toes open. It will obviously be very hot, but nothing else was left. Nastya decided not to panty her panties, so as not to increase irritation in the crotch area, and not to be so hot. Looking at herself in the mirror, she realized that she looked like a nursing breastfeeding nun. To complete the picture lacked only the appropriate headgear. Well, it will look like this in a thirty-degree heat. But now she was not laughing. Then the phone rang. Out of habit, Nastya made several normal steps in the direction of the apparatus, but, awkwardly putting her foot and clinging to the edge of the skirt, fell. And having risen, I realized that I slightly twisted my right leg. Sitting down on the sofa and rubbing her right ankle, she picked up the phone. Called Tanya. I asked how to deal with today's beach. Trying to sound as natural as possible, Nastya said that today she will probably be busy and will not go anywhere. Apparently something in Nastya’s voice betrayed her, because Tatiana incredulously asked: “You didn’t get sick by accident? nothing terrible, a bit of a cold throat, but it will soon pass ... "I wish I could believe that it would really pass soon," she thought sarcastically. Saying goodbye to her friend and putting down the phone, Nastya, with cautious steps, returned to the mirror. She clearly did not want anyone to recognize her in this form. Therefore, she added sunglasses to her "suit". Not God knows what, but better than nothing, she thought.

The next two hours went to the gym. Nastya walked back and forth in front of the zarkal, trying to keep herself as natural as possible. In the end, the models on the catwalk also wear such heels, and how is it worse than them? But they learn this longer. And no one starts with SUCH heels! Her legs ached, especially her right, tucked, her toes were numb and she had to massage them right through her shoes. That helped. In addition, during this time Nastya experienced an orgasm three more times - she was already so ready for the latter that she barely shaken, standing still, when he came.The sensations were already significantly weaker than the first, and this calmed her down. Having worked on herself a little more and applied superficial makeup on her tired face, Nastya decided that it was no sense to postpone the hike further. Therefore, putting in the bag all the money that she found at home, the girl went to the landing.

When she closed the door behind her, she felt as if she were burning bridges behind her. Overcoming a minute attack of fear, she began to go down the stairs. She lived on the sixth floor, the elevator did not work, and she had a rather serious test. Trouble began immediately. Heels clinging to the steps, so it was necessary to descend with a half-blown side, while emitting loud, screaming sounds. In addition, in the breasts and between the legs, that most painful sensation began to emerge, which eventually had to turn into ecstasy. She seriously thought about going back, but dropped the thought. With all this, it's time to stop, and the faster, the better.

As she walked along the landing below the floor, the door lock of the apartment, which was just below Nastya, clicked. The girl caught her breath: “Only this was not enough!” The door swung open, and their neighbor, Antonina Pavlovna, appeared in the doorway. She was holding a string bag, probably going to the store. Nastya turned her head away and tried to pass by, as if she were unfamiliar. But it was not there. “Nastya, hello!” - The old matron’s raspy voice sounded behind the poor girl’s back like thunder, “But I didn’t recognize you right away. Why aren’t you saying hello?” Where are you going, honey? Wait, I'll close the door now, and let's go together. You will help me to go down, otherwise I’ve become old, it’s hard for me. ”Having managed the lock, the old woman tenderly took Nastya by the hand and pulled her toward the stairs. “What course do you study now?” At first, the girl replied reluctantly. As soon as she imagined that she had to go down with a neighbor of five floors, and even help her in doing so, she became ill. It is she who herself barely kept on her poor legs, shod in super-studs, which she had not taken off since yesterday evening! Not to mention that thing ... You can turn around. Nastya wanted to cry, but with difficulty swallowing her tears, Nastya even tried to smile. And the old woman, hanging on her arm almost with all her weight, wailed down the steps: there, de times, there used to be times, there was also a young and healthy one, and now this is not the case, her legs do not walk. “It's good, Nastya, that you met me. Here you, young, legs are healthy, don't hurt at all, ”she continued in a squeaky voice, while Nastya tried to suppress the excitement that was growing with every step. Still, she thought, certainly not hurt. She presented herself as a mermaid from a fairy tale. She also walked on her lovely legs like knives. She tolerated this pain for her lover. And for what did Nastya endure now? "Before, there were Timurovs, helping the elderly, sick people, and now there is nothing — there is only one bedlam," the old woman lamented, slowly going down the steps. From the weight with which the old woman pressed on her and Nastya tried her best to go straight and not to shuffle her heels, Nastya’s legs began to tear up the hellish pain. The rest of the bandits did their work, and the girl already felt on the verge of a new orgasm. intensified. They have already passed a few the same woman went down the next to last flight. Meanwhile, the old woman began to ask Nastya questions: “And will your parents return soon? ... Something you are painfully pale today, Nastusha. Did you not get sick? it is strange - it's hot in the yard: You, of course, are a modest girl. I myself was like this. Not that these current, painted people walk along the streets in which the mother gave birth, God forgive me ... And you did not wear these glasses, Nastya, they don’t go to you ... ”Nastya answered in a monstrous way:" ... yes, Antonina Pavlovna, you are ... right ... D ... yes, a little unwell, to the beach stale ... D ... yes ... "A few more steps, and the spawn of her right Nastya's legs convulsed, from which she involuntarily screamed and jerked, clutching the railing with this ... Read more →