His head went back and he began to move his hips towards me. I began to squeeze my feet together at the base of his dick Graham moaned and grabbed my ...eet with my hands. The first time he had touched me with his hands. Holding my feet around his dick he began to furiously fuck my pretty feet. I was being pushed further back into the chair as the fucking became harder and harder. Graham was grunting with every thrust and I knew he was close his breathing increased. I looked down and watched his. For a moment my heart raced. I just knew he was going to tell me to come over and climb up on his lap.But I was very disappointed when he said, "No, sweetheart, that's all. I have a lot of paperwork to get done today."He noticed the pout on my face and smiled, "Don't give me that look. When I'm finished this afternoon, we'll go out for ice cream, just you and me, how's that?"That was a good thing, but it wasn't the good thing I really wanted."But Daddy!" I whined, just a little bit."You need. ” He twirled the chess piece between his finger and thumb. “And?” “A gambler never tells, Max.” I sighed, breath coming out ragged. My energy was sapped, my voice torn raw from the passion just hours ago. “What do you want?” I asked. “She’ll kill you, you know. One of these days, that cute little switchblade of hers will wind up in your chest at the end. Just as you grunt your release…squish!” He jammed the black queen into his chest in mock salute, like Romeo taking his idiot life after. I stood there like an idiot and watches the entire fisting. My wife was then led away, and I was told to clean up and to go home and wait for her. When I arrived home, I received a text that said not to worry but that my wife would not be returning home for a week and to go on with business as usual until I received further instructions.After 7 days, I received a text to go back to Connie home the next Saturday at 5:00pm. I was very excited to know what had happened and to see my wife again,.