One thing that did not change was Abbey sitting at Joe’s feet and rubbing his legs. Joe was happy to see that Abbey did not need him to tell her to ...ssume this position of subservience at his feet. However, in spite of her previous act of contrition when she licked his feet, Abbey did not voluntarily repeat her act of abasement.Joe soon changed that.“Abbey, when you are sitting at my feet, you also have to lick them and clean between my toes” Joe said, after Abbey had been rubbing his legs for. In one smooth movement she slid down from the seat until her stileto heel's met the the rough tarmac road her dress riding up to her waist she had no knicker's on,smiling she slid both hands between her legs gently parting the lip's of her smooth pussy and started to pee,as the first stream hit the tarmac splashing onto both her and my shoes,the sound of her pee and the sweat from my browdripping in union with it,the setting sun and dropping temperature highlighted the steam rising from the. I said sure, and sent my best, juiciest story to date. It was about a scenario similar to my fetish I mentioned at the beginning of this story. After sending, I felt kind of weird and regretted it. Thinking maybe I crossed the line. She emailed me back saying – OMG, that was such a hot story, you’re an amazing writer! I was happy she didn’t think I was weird or a pervert and we continued to chat, only now, our chats were different, we’d talk about sexual related stuff, more so me than her, but. After feeling the twitches in my knob she grabbed tight and said "you didn't think it was going to be that easy did you? You can come when i say you can!" She climbs back on top and started to rub my knob against her pussy, just putting the tip in then pulling it out and rubbing it against her arsehole. As she is doing this she looks at me and says “pussy or arse? I don't know why am I asking you it’s my choice! Pussy I think" as soon as she had finished the sentence she slid me deep inside.