"These boots are made for walking, old man"

"Lie on your stomach, old man," Cathy says, authoritatively. "I'm gonna literally walk all over you now," she says, stepping towards him. "Lacey, balance me," she orders, holding out an arm for you to hold.

You obediently follow, watching her feet as she puts a six-inch stiletto onto his back, taking step by mincing step.

The man moans, is that contentedly?, as she works her way to his shoulders, and then back. As she steps off, she digs a heel into his asscheeks.

"Get up, perve," Cathy orders, her arms folded before her.

"Looks like we've had a little accident, old man," Cathy laughs, pointing at the growing cumstain at his pantsfront.