. down baby, when you massage my feet , that should be the only thing in your mind so get your eyes at my feet level and star working’ Sam sat down ...n the floor clearly in awe of his gorgeous and dominant wife and massaged, kneaded and rubbed at her feet. Her feet were beautiful and athletic , smooth and unblemished skin, well formed and proportioned toes. Seeing her hubby down at her feet, devotedly sitting and massaging them aroused Rashmi and started playing with her clit, as she became. She was quite stunning even in a towel. She was a couple of inches taller than me, maybe five-eight or so, big breasted, flat stomach, curvy hips, long legs…quite sexy. ‘Well, I figured it was a good excuse to meet you anyway. I’ll have to thank the postman for introducing us.’ The joke was pathetic but she laughed politely anyway. After a moment of awkward silence she spoke, ‘Yes, well, thank you again, I actually have to go in a few minutes, I have to meet a client.’ ‘On a Sunday? That. “Too fucking right I am, you two-faced pile of shit!”“That might prove a little difficult for you.” he said, very quietly.She stopped her onslaught and was silent for a moment then began again.“Why the fucking hell would it prove difficult for me? I've been ****d. You had me ****d!”“It's what you wanted.”“No it fucking wasn't. I wanted to act out a **** scenario, all make believe, not being fucked bareback by fucking black guys and having the biggest one of them stick his cock in my ass,” she. I sat back exhausted, Len’s was certainly fit; all that soccer training was clearly good for the pelvic muscles. Alan sat beside Len and asked him if he wanted to cum; it was a stupid question but his remedy was a surprise. Alan started to suck him off with a technique which looked very well practised. Len did not object and at this point I felt rather redundant. I decided not to let Alan have all the fun so I joined in and within a few minutes Len shot a fat load over both of us.I was.