.. or perhaps nights with them in the air!I tell her to “strike a pose”.She seems like a pro, perfect poses. Back arched, sexy smile, but she isn�...�t happy.She tells me “you don’t know much about foot fetishes, do you?” I smile and shake my head no. She continues, “they like to see the tops, but LOVE to see the soles”.I tell her to “try another pose”, I tell her to get on her stomach, bend her knees back and show off those soles. Mmm... very nice pose. Her soles, her toes, her arches, so pink.... I seriously thought about sucking my own cock (it wouldn't have been the first time I had) but it lacked the sense of surprise that someone else doing it brought. I sighed heavily, sexually frustrated. Then I remembered. About two weeks ago I was shopping at the mall, scoping out some sexy women who I would have loved to fill with my futa cum, when I saw her. She worked at PINK, wearing skin tight yoga pants that showed off her curvy figure and a low cut top that exposed her hefty cleavage. Her. "You too, slut." What did you say, shrimp?" said the man. I repeated my words. He got up so fast that I hardly had time to brace myself. He was on me in seconds. He had me cold. That partly because, like the wimp she evidently thought I was, I'd tried to turn for the door. He grabbed me by the hair, spun me around, and the next thing I knew I was surrounded by three very pretty girls—all dressed in white, hospital white."Mister Kline, you have a visitor?" said one of the nurses. I felt my eyes. .. I know her name isLinda," Melinda started."You mean, my girlfiend. Who I will be dumping soon. Women are uglycreatures. All they do is complain," I laughed. I dug into my newmemories and thought of MY first test subject, Anthony. Man was he ahunk. Buff as hell. I saw a mental picture of him from my new memoriesand knew I had to have this man."Melinda... please... you can't do this..," Melinda said still in shock,she hasn't moved from the pod. I looked at her in annoyance."My name is Fred,.