He would tickle her foot a little and knew every place that drove her into giggles. She would giggle and secretly grow moist wishing he would do more.... But that secret would stay with her. As Mike and Ms. Davis weren’t agreeing and getting nowhere, Mike decided it was time to at least try and see if those feet were ticklish. As she continued dangling her shoe he slowly reached down and grabbed her flat off her foot. As he did, he saw her pretty pedicured feet with light green polish. Davis was. We sat by the tv room and started talking. She asked about work, my fitness, gf, etc. I was trying to pull the conversation towards something steamy! A thought stuck my mind:Me: ” Sheela aunty, aren’t you tired with all the shifting and stuff??”She: “Oh! don’t get me started! I’m doing all this by myself and its draining me completely”Me: “Good that you called me for help! But why didn’t you call me before?”She: ” I thought I could manage this but then sprained my ankle yesterday and it hurts. My name is Steve and I live in Ohio. I am of South Asian decent, and I have always taken a dominantposture in all aspects of my life. I was raised in a culture where the men are always in charge infamily situations, and my father is also a dominant man. We were fortunate enough to have servantsin our home when I was growing up, and it came natural to me to direct the servants in completingtheir tasks as I desired. It wasn’t a matter of being harsh to them, but was instead just a quiet resolveto. My badly bruised love for her almost took me back to apologize, but something held me back. A line had been crossed.After many, many beers, I managed to take a piss by standing nearly on my head. I shucked my clothes and crashed onto the couch, pulling a light blanket over me. Cindy would raise hell in the morning about getting body oils on the upholstery, but it wasn't my problem any more.Thanks to the beers, I dropped off fairly quickly, even though my rod was still painfully swollen.Sometime.