" He looked her over and Paula felt a little dirty fromthe way his eyes lingered on her breasts and waist. "You're a fewminutes early, but we can ge... you started with learning the register nowif you would like. I think that we'll have you work the register todayand start training you on being a server tomorrow. I've got someoneelse starting as a server today, so we can stagger the training for thenext couple of days. Does that sound good to you?" Sure, that's fine with me. Is what I'm. Then I was fearless and straight away told her my feelings towards her and also told her that I was stalking at her and that I used to kiss her leggings to masturbate.After that, she was quiet and started looking at me. I thought, oh shit. My plan wouldn’t work. But very soon she asked me if I still fantasise on her. When I told a yes, then she started asking me all details about her figure and I could see that she was enjoying my talk whenever I spoke naughty.The minute I stopped my talking, I. Then I moved my right hand to her right breast and started to finger her nipple over the top – three places at once.Now I moved my left hand from her belly and started softly pressing her left breast. Her breath was getting heavy, and mine too. It was a chilly December night but here two humans in their highest stage of ecstasy were feeling nothing except each other.Shweta placed her hand on my dick and started rubbing it over the trouser. My body trembled on her first touch. This went on for. Afterwards, she allows me to do anything I want, and her feet are always part of my play.While most foot fetish fantasies are about getting their cock stroked with feet, mine is more into the smell and taste of her feet. Obviously, I never want them washed, and I prefer to have them after being in her work shoes all day. They are always soft on the soles, and have that musky aroma every time….EVERY time! When I get to have my way with her, I take my time and enjoy the seconds like they were.