Little did I know, she totally knew I took the picture. After class, she pulled me aside and said "so you like my feet, huh?" I was stunned. I had no ...esponse. She followed her question that she obviously knew the answer to with "I'll take that as a yes."She told me how she saw me take the picture but didn't tell anyone. But if I wanted to keep it a secret I had to worship her feet. I was kind of worried that she was going to tell anyway, but I had to say yes. I couldn't get myself to say no.. I asked the waitress and she gave me some pointers where to go. It was a nice warm night without being sticky. I watched the people around me on their way to or from a bar or a hotel. Youngsters hung around drinking beer from bottles and cans. Music came from the bars and tried to be louder than their neighbors.I was crossing the road when I saw her. Megan was standing outside a bar dressed in a white short dress and heels. She hadn’t seen me yet so I moved into the shadow of a doorway from. My phallic horn, I had become convinced, had a mind of its own.She licked her lips and entered her home, closing the door slowly behind he, looking disappointed.It was a good start, and the next day I just happened to bump into her and her slave in the market. We said good day to each other, and I offered to buy them a sweet and some coffee. She sent the slave off toward a bakery on a make-work task and joined me in a nearby coffeehouse, fluttering her skirts and her eyelashes. The place was. War ein schönes Festessen, Eier, Früchte, alles was meine Frau mir nie servierte. Nur, dass ich vor Geilheit gar nichts runterbrachte. Sie war bereits geduscht und angezogen, aber ihre Füße rochen schon am frühen Morgen verführerisch gut. Ich ließ meiner Frau mit Hintergedanken den Vortritt und begab mich mit einem Pott Kaffee in der Hand auf den Balkon zum Rauchen. Die Nachbarin leistete mir Gesellschaft, plapperte dummes Zeug, was keinen Schwanzträger jemals interessieren würde und sah dabei.