To your surprise (and mild disappointment) the foyer actually looked pretty... Normal. Not extravagant or nice, mind you, instead it was just shocking...y regular for an average motel lobby. The beige walls had occasional paintings of abstract art that were surprisingly well done. Spotting the edges of the room were chairs, coffee tables, and a few potted plants of varying size. A busty woman behind a counter looked up from her fashion magazine at you.She was dressed proactively, but not too. ’ ‘It’s a special deal for my very special clients, two for the price of one.’ ‘Really Mr. Beetlesmith, I can’t. I don’t even have enough money with me to buy one of your vials.’ ‘You can pay me later, Mr. Henry. I insist.’ Immediately, my antenna went up. I didn’t get it. When I first met him, Beetlesmith was adamantly, ‘cash payment up front, or no deal,’ and now he was literally giving his elixir away. As I continued to stare down at the vials, I remembered the question that’s haunted me. They were silky, soft and sheer to waist tan tights but when I picked them up there was something different about them - the crotch area was torn with a massive hole and as I inspected it closer, the foot area was heavy and moist. I held it near my nose and I was 110% sure that I was smelling someone's cum on the foot part of these tights. I found this extremely erotic as I imagined what she must have been doing the night before knowing some lucky man got a foot job from this beautiful lady in. I had to apologise about the junk in the spare room, and I promised to clear it by the evening; she just smiled;"Don't worry — I know you weren't expecting visitors. Can I come this evening?" Absolutely! I'll have a bit of a spring-clean in the meantime. I've let things go recently." I know," she said, "and I understand. See you later?"I just nodded; she smiled, and left; leaving me with a queer mixture of shock at what I'd done, and pleasurable anticipation.Chapter 2I fussed round my little.