My girlfriend told me I should start charging them a nominal fee, and I never looked back. I have six full time women working for me and we are making...a fortune."I smiled down at her in admiration. She was quite the business woman and gorgeous.'Look" I said, "you can't handle these dogs by yourself so why don't I give you a hand until you have a manageable number?" Okay, you've got a deal....I'm Ellen by the way. Your reward for being such a nice guy is I will buy you lunch." Deal. I'm. We fooled around like this countless times and I honed my skills well. It didn’t matter who was around I could pull it off without anyone noticing. My friend could tell right away if he was going to get a foot job by the shoes I was wearing, Sneakers or boots he was going home an unhappy man, LOL! If I had my signature ballet flats, my moccasins or sandals on, he knew my feet would be for his taking. I did it bare foot and with my socks (I liked to wear socks with my moccasins), it didn’t. Miss Em was and inch taller than me at 5'8" with golden hair a trim waistand beautiful bottom and a lovey c-cup chest. She was trim and toned fromregular workouts, and men and women's eyes would turn towards herwhenever she entered a room. She had a commanding presence and I washappy to play second fiddle to her.Living only a few miles apart made it easy for us to get together. Weregularly attended a few local clubs but spent most of our playtimetogether or with 2 or 3 other fem-dom couples. Maybe he would want to fight over this little thing. Maybe not. But someone was noticing me, and it was somehow thrilling and exciting, though dangerous. Perhaps it was the danger that made it a thrill. I don’t know. I only knew then that I wanted him to keep talking to me. That loneliness was suddenly a cold chill in my bones, and his very presence was pushing it back. ‘Yes, that’s mine.’ I plucked the burr from his palm, hiding my wince as it bit with its spikes into my hand. I smiled in.