I got my tie, shirt and undershirt off but still had my slacks and briefs at my knees when I brought Karen’s pantyhose to my face. Mmm! Her smell an... the soft scent of her perfume were intoxicating. I held them up by the waistband before me. They still had the silhouette of her feet, legs and ass. I looked the pantyhose up and down as I imagined Karen enrobed in them. My cock stood at full attention as it jumped spontaneously as each lustful thought entered my mind. The thought occurred to me. You may think you've cheated it, but it catches up to you. It always catches up to you. Besides, it was one of those life lessons I learned before I started reading Heinlein and learned of his quote "Rub her feet." A good foot rub is a fast track into a woman's good graces!Okay, so that's one reason. Another reason is that I enjoy helping a friend, such as Jamie, relax and feel better after being on their feet all day. If you've ever had the pleasure of having somebody rub your feet after. Her Mistress cast a lingering, lascivious look, and Heather's pussy tingled with delight at the scrutiny. "I have something for you, slave. Look behind you."Heather turned around. Her gaze fell upon the coffee table which had been pushed against the opposite wall to allow more space for her Mistress' "playroom." Upon the table were two small wooden boxes with hinged lids. One was open, the inside lined with velvet. The other was still latched shut.For a moment, a terrible memory pushed back the. I had been busy with my business and had some what neglected both Jean and Sue so made a point of calling round to see Jean one night after work. I hadn't been in Jeans house for more than ten minutes before we were both naked and fucking like teenagers. She had really come to love anal sex and played with a dildo whilst i watched and wanked myself, when i was about to cum she took my cock in her mouth and drank down my hot spunk. I left Jean about 9 oclock and went home for a shower and.