“I’m all for it,” the guy replied. Moria looked the guy in the eye and asked, “Do youthink I’m sexy?”“Yes, I...do,” he said.“Then buy me another drink,” she teased.He laughed. He has a nice laugh she thought. Not toodeep and not too high, just right. She giggled becauseshe thought that at least he didn’t sound like MichaelJackson.She finished her third drink and she realized that shewas more than just buzzed; she was starting to. “Ah, yes, that’s better,” she sighed. “Now the other one.” I took the other shoe off and started to stand up, but she stopped me. “Wait, girl. You’re not done down there yet. As long as you’re there handy, I’d like to have my feet rubbed. And kissed.” I felt a definite stirring in the crotch of my panties as I slowly pulled one sexy foot to my face, rubbing the insole as I brought the sexy, nylon-clad toes to my face. I inhaled, enjoying the musty scent. I brought the other foot to my face with. Not hard enough to penetrate her, anyway.It was a disaster. She was obviously disgusted. She never dimed me out about it, which was good. But the best part of it was that, three weeks later, she announced that she was pregnant and that Tom Buckingham was the father. I thought it was interesting that she’d gone out with me on Friday night, and Tom the following night. He did fuck her, apparently, so he could believe it was his kid. It was also interesting that she had that baby prematurely.. As I began writing the paper I felt it would have been easier if I hadbeen requested to report. I knew the paper was going to cause problemsin the future. As much as I disliked the thought, the requirement ofbeing dressed to report began to make more and more sense as I wrote.Some of my thoughts from the corner on Monday even worked their way intothe paper. To be honest, the more I thought and wrote the further Islipped into submissive sissy mode. By the time the paper was finishedI had.