Disoriented, Victoria slowly opened her eyes. She was sitting in an arm chairperson and realized she was naked. One arm nip across her chest covering her teat while the other arm darted between her pegleg hiding the curly patch of hair she kept trimmed. St ill in a semi-confused state of mind she looked around saw ... aught, virtually zippo. Every direction she looked all there was was wickedness, seemingly going on forever except above her, there, the only thing former that darkness was a single light shining down causing a round shape on the floor.

"Why there ?"she wondered stretching her fountainhead forward unsuccessfully trying to visit the sphere,"What makes that point so extra ?"

Her curiosity finally getting the undecomposed of her, Victoria Falls slid across to the edge of the chair and started to stick out up keeping as much of herself covered as potential rising off the chair in a semi-crouching position, moving the one arm from her crotch so the attached hired man could overlay as much of the crack of her ass as possible.

Keeping her stifle together, she slid her purple shoes ..."Purple place ?"she thought, and, looking at the place, she noticed, except for the colouring, they resembled Dorothy 's from the Wizard of Oz, shiny, cute bow, slight cad."I do n't own purple shoes ”.

She continued her shuffled walkway toward the ignite base surface area until, an estimated five foot away, she could read the words 'STAND here'stated within the Mexican valium of light.

"Yeah, right, ”, Victoria Falls said to no one in particular,"here I am, canonic natal day lawsuit, well, plus place, and I 'm going into the spotlight ? I do n't think so."

Victoria muddled an about face provision to return to the armchair but could n't see it. Assuming it was n't visible, but still there, she resumed her shuffling, but this time away from the light.

After several min she thought,"Odd, I did n't cerebrate I travelled this far before."She turned slightly to look behind her and was surprised to see she was still only about five feet from the rophy of light focused on the 'STAND Hera'words.

She shuffled some more, still no armchair and, upon checking, still only five feet from the highlighted words.

"mulct,"she conceded stepping into the light,"Anything else ? ”.

It came from nowhere, everywhere, maybe only in her mind, the 1 Son, 'DANCE'.

The strait resonated through her brain, through the ( room ? ), through her body and she felt it. Unknowingly, her implements of war started to make a motion away from her covering her body, her rose hip started to gyrate, her whole body started to sway to an unknown quantity, unheard, non-existent medicine. With each movement of her body, her excitement for freedom grew. No longer feeling modesty, she was grateful not to have the restrictions of clothing. Her movements helped with the uncaring display her body to anyone, everyone, and no one, feeling she had goose egg to obliterate and hid nothing. Vehemently her natural process continued and soon she found them more than enjoyable, they became exciting, arousing, needing.

She threw herself to the floor, spreadeagled, then slowly pulled her upper physical structure back causing her hips to mount, supported by her knees, felt the parting of her ass buttock knowing this would cause her vagina to slowly spread out in display to anyone and everyone who might be watching. She did n't care. She was unloosen, give up of shame, free of modestness, detached of everything, everything but the need to dance, the need to revel in her opportunity to carry herself with the most stimulated outlet of passion and emotion.

She jumped to her pes, pulled her sleeve out to her slope, pulling them back, forcing her to thrust out her bureau like a sprinter crossing a complete bank line, enjoying the way her knocker shock and bounced in reaction to her movements.

Her munition came back to her dead body, this fourth dimension rubbing and massaging rather then covering her tits. She relished the flavour of her hands on her eubstance and the feeling they created between her pegleg as they slowly and tenderly glide down her body toward impending gratification.

The non-existent beat to which she was dancing increased in tempo and her heart rate and urging for freedom began to emulate the momentum as she acknowledged the increase of blood flow to her vagina and clitoris by breathing starting to pant heavily. She had to focalise the determination of her will power over her body to snub the effects of exhaustion creeping into the physique of her movements.

One hand reached the outset of her pubic tuft and as it teasingly played it 's way toward it 's ultimate goal, the other hand reversed steering to resume massaging her breast and playing with the already hardened nipples.

With the one hand reaching the start of her cleft of pleasure the other manus pulled an exposed mamilla and squeezed hard. Letting out a gasp of mixed pleasure and pain, Victoria slid two finger inside her wanting twat and started rubbing where she knew her fingerbreadth would have the most involve while the early helping hand tried to reproduce the sensation of the self inflicted pleasure/discomfort on her other nipple.

Her fingers worked her joy patch hard and combined with the nipple punishment sense datum Victoria felt herself reaching the distributor point of no homecoming when, ,, ,,

beep, BEEP, BEEP, she heard her alarm go off.

"You could n't have waited another minute or two ?"she screamed at her clock as she slammed it off,"amercement, I 'll do it myself"she stated hoping to issue her need in, and with, the cascade. She got up from her bed and, noticing the unusual damp of her nighttime clothes, went to slip her feet into her slippers which had suddenly become purple, shiny, bow decorated shoes.

The End .