I’ll take a swim instead, and we can talk while I do that.”“No, no. The foot rubs are fine.” She said, pulling off her socks.To be honest, I d...dn’t want to rub HER feet. I wanted to rub Annie’s feet. I had been rubbing Annie’s feet since we got engaged. Don’t know how it started, but it became a ritual. It would put Annie to sleep and would wear me out.Chloe ran off, after removing her socks to find some lotion and came back with a small bottle. She handed it to me and I directed her to sit. And his arms are tied! Is he a slave or something?!" I could feelmy face turning bright red with embarrassment, but at the same time my cockgrew harder with a strange sort of excitement! Suddenly my Mistress stopped me and a voice asked her for her passport! Mymind boggled at the idea that we were in a real immigration office, and I hardlyheard her answer to that and the next few questions. But I became fully awarewhen, in answer to the question, "Are you travelling alone?" she replied calmly,. The sight was very erotic, her exposed tits were jiggling as she made small up and down bounces. Her tits were big at least C maybe D cups with large areolas. She had obvious tan lines leaving them a creamy white color. Finally she wriggled her way down about seven inches of my shaft. Leslie said, “That’s as much as I can fit.” “Alright,” said Jen, “Let’s see how you can handle the low setting.” Jen looked me in the eye as if to give me the cue and said, “Low setting on.” I began slowly. The six females settled themselves into comfortable chairs around the largest coffee table. George let them talk for a few minutes and then interrupted to ask if anyone cared for a drink. He started with the guest of honor and her mother and went from there. He found it interesting that the three younger girls asked for wine and the three elder women ordered mixed drinks. He would have expected it to be the other way around if anything. While George was preparing the six glasses, Jennifer.