But he wasn't alone.And as soon as he twitched and moved, Carrie Cutler's cold limbs surrounded him as a reminder of that fact."Mmm, Ollie, baby, you ...ocked my world last night." He was suddenly filled with a bit of contempt.Only people special to him could call him "Ollie." Carrie Cutler was not one of those people.And he immediately regretted his decision last night.He knew he had to keep up appearances.He knew that he had to be Oliver Queen, billionaire playboy without a care who would sleep. We included everything, even the trips to Boston. We didn't include the sex - well not most of it anyway. Mostly my family stared at us in stunned disbelief the entire time."And you really expect us to believe this bullshit, Mark?" my brother Paul asked when we had finished. My brothers-in-law also looked doubtful but allowed my blood relatives to carry the ball on this."Yes, I do, but some people take more convincing than others," I said, and spoke the spell that I had prepared. Instantly. ”Before she could turn to run through Rick’s office to lock herself in the bathroom and call for help, he grabbed her by the waist. She cried out in surprise as he pulled her backwards against him.“I don’t think so, sweetheart.” He growled menacingly.She struggled to get free, but he overpowered her easily. “No ... Michael, let me go!” she cried.“Stop fighting, stop screaming, or I swear it will be the last thing you do.” He whispered threateningly in her ear. His breath was hot against her. Fascinating isn't it? What you can see is the next phase. I'm avoiding what I call the Gerald syndrome where the fetish can be linked to any pair of feet, like yours, but must be directed to my feet only. It's what I call a personal fetish. In other words only I can relieve his need."For a moment I felt embarrassed by the fact that I'd been caught watching. "What are you doing to him?" Simple really." She replied. "The box is set to sense any change in size of his cock. As soon as it swells he.