My toenails are painted a deep dark shade of red. It's easy to see my long toenails through the sheer pantyhose. This is where you start to lose your ...onsciousness. My toes are making you incredibly weak and all you wish to do is lay pathetically at my feet.You begin feeling very submissive and I am loving it. I am feeling the power over you!After worshiping my feet for several minutes, I tell you to kiss from my feet all the way up to my inner thigh, slow and sensual kisses that show your. Thelma thought about it. "She must have a dildo stuck up her cunt." Ah!" Homer said, pleased at being enlightened."Funny she needs a dildo, though, when her boyfriend has such a nice-looking bone on," Thelma added."Maybe she's a virgin or something," suggested Homer.That seemed possible.If so, her boyfriend must be frustrated. Thelma began to get speculative ideas. As always, when Thelma speculated, she licked her lips in anticipation... Linda, meanwhile, was licking more than her lips.As soon. Why not drive back…we were heading down Interstate 71, back toward Columbus, smoking, listening to music and having a good time, we were about halfway, maybe near Mansfield. Pat was driving, Gary was at the front passenger window. I sat on top of the motor, in the middle of the front of Pat’s old 66 Econoline. Boyd and Colleen were in the back, sitting on top of musical amplifiers as if they were seats. Suddenly the van started to swerve, and there was nothing Pat could do to keep control.. She rummaged in her oversized handbag and came out with a bottle of water. The seal cracked, and she pushed it into my hand.I went to push it away, not wanting anything from her. Then I realised I was pretty warm and thirsty and took it, draining the bottle with bad grace.“Won’t you show me around,” she asked as if she was visiting royalty.“We can skip the kitchen, though,” she finished, rather pointedly.“If it will help to get you out of here, sure.”The flat was pleasant, or at least I thought.