She slipped her insole, gagged and partially bound, feet-first into the toe of her shoe. She was off to work and was going to be on her feet for the next few hours. It was torture: she was constantly resting her weight on his dick and lifting it ever so slightly, forcefully massaging it with every step she took. Immobile, he could do nothing to relieve the pressure threatening to burst his groin.
It was, really, the best kind of torture.
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