Their weight was such that they rolled slowly down my face, smearing his pungent musk as they streaked downwards, finally bouncing to a heavy stop jus... beneath my chin. I was mortified. Enraged I stood and shoved him hard, his ultra-fit form barely moved by my push. “ SIT-UPS! NOW!” I screamed, pointing at the floor. “ How many?” Richard asked as he scooted into a sit-up position. I rolled my eyes. “Oh, just four hundred and fifty THOUSAND!” He sighed and started counting them off, his. I screamed "what the hell are you doing???" She replied calmly saying "recording you worship my feet... I'll never show anyone if you do exactly as I say." I made sure I followed directions after that. I didn't want to stop even though I knew I was now on camera and she had every power to expose me to the rest of the school and town. It made me even hornier to be honest.She then picked up her right foot and do the same. I licked her soles and sucked her toes for another few minutes and. She pushed my jacket off my shoulders and slid it down my arms to the floor before she slowly started to work the buttons on my shirt. She pulled it out of my pants and pushed it open, running her hands over my chest, enjoying her exploration. I took the initiative and took off my cuff-links, dropping them in my pants pocket and plucking the tie-clasp out of her hand to go with them. She smiled at me and helped me out of my shirt before she started working on my belt. I watched her work,. Then she would turn to the front and adjust her dress. The bulge in my pants showed how uneventful the ride was. Marcel, our maitre d’, met us and was speechless. We had to shock him back to the present. I had reserved a corner booth with windows overlooking the street on two sides. Semi-private was just fine and in my plan. As Marcel moved the table aside for her to sit I realized I was out of position and he somehow was right where he wanted to be. You crouched down and gave him a view to.