”I placed my feet over his thighs and he started playing with them. He had a fetish for feet. “I love women with sexy feet, nail paints and wearin... stilettos.” He bent down and started licking my feet. I felt hot. A little moan came out of my mouth. He took off his blazer, got more comfortable and started licking my feet wild.I was now lying on the couch and he was working on my feet. I loved the way he licked. He licked each finger and thumb well with stilettos on. I got up from the couch. He. With "other" girls. And, evenstranger, I appreciated each of them for their unique personalitiesand the different ways they viewed my situation. Most importantly, Irealized I needed the support."I brought this for you," Sally said, reaching into a box at her feet.Sally was a gruff woman in her fifties, not particularly attractive,but always going out of her was to try to force herself to appearsexy. It never really worked. But still, it was no great surprise whenshe pulled out a long, curled. A few days previously they had no doubt cheered when the whipping master laid the cane across our bodies and yet now they were concerned for our welfare. To my mind it didn't make sense but I came to the conclusion that they believed the punishment was necessary but once it was over, everything should be done to minimise its effect.I made sure that we took a wide detour around the whipping post but no one was being punished, even so, just the sight of it and the surrounding stands, made my. Mmmmm, he slid it in and out, was good at it, made me feel real warm and nice, he spread my butt cheeks real wide and told me he loved me, he loved my ass, that i'd given him the best blowjob of his life ... he had me purring! i moaned like a little girl as he fucked me nice and slow, you like how i fuck you baby? he asked. yes i said, don't stop please, i moaned. he put his strong hands on my hips and started fucking me harder and faster, mmmmm, i held on to the couch and kept moaning, god i.