He still had the mission. He would focus on that. Yes. Devon’s hand on his shoulder made him jump. “Ash, things are not what you perceive them to...be.” Without another word he turned. Anniel stood a few paces behind him, her eyes, and nose red. She’d been crying. He felt his heart lurch and fought the urge to go to her and hold her. With a sniff, she turned and sat on her fuchsia couch. As she stared at her fire pit, golden flames bloomed to life. She tucked her knees up below her chin. “What’s that?” she asked. I didn’t answer but took her other foot and started to rub it and work on her toes. “What’s that?” she asked again. “What’s what?” I said. “That!” and she pointed with her foot to the obvious bulge in my trousers. “I told you I love your feet and your tights and that is what you do to me.” “Well you can’t go back to work like that!” she said with the look of shock changing to one of lust. “Let me see it, and with that started to rub my hard on with her foot. Shaking. At the end of the afternoon, however, my heart feels heavy as I reapplymy make-up and pull my shorts and my tights back on, knowing that mynext 'Ian' session isn't going to be for several days.I'm reminded of even worse news when I head downstairs and am greetedby the smiling face of Ollie (and Georgie)'s mother."Hello, Kayleigh-Ann," the middle-aged woman says in her usualfriendly-but-cautious tone."Hi, Mrs. Powell," I reply. "Thank you for letting me stay..." That's quite alright," Ollie's. "Oh, you are drooling now, Ted. Dare I ask, do you still want to fuck me? Nadine did, and she had never been with a woman before." Suddenly he reached over, grabbed my hands and pulled me to him. "I knew it," I mentioned before I kissed him. We made out for a moment as his arms went around me and I wrapped my right hand around his rod. I stroked it and opened my left eye. 'Ha, I'm winning him back, tart,' I thought before I flipped her the bird with my other hand. "Fuck you too, cunt.".