My eyes flew open and I sat upright."We're there." she announced, helping me up. My backpack was zipped shut, and her things packed as well. We got up...as the train came to a stop, and got out a few moments later."You're only 22 now?" she said as we rode the bus to her house."Yeah," I replied. "How about you?" 28." she answered. "I'm just a *little* older than you." Well," I said, "I figured. But I thought you were more like 25." Gee," she smiled, "thanks."She leaned her head on my shoulder.. I have a beautiful wife I met in Los Angeles. We met at a friend’s house in Bel Aire. She was intrigued because when she asked me what I did for a living I said that I’d just bought a whorehouse. How’s that for an opening line? Problem is it wasn’t an opening line. Simone is an interior decorator and immediately asked me if I was going to remodel. Of course it started as a working relationship, but I guess she decided that I was so honest about what I did for a living that I might be someone. “If you come before I get back you’re going to be disappointed.”I closed the door and looked around. Everything in there was clean and I suddenly realized he must have a maid who comes at least a few times a week because no guy keeps the place clean on his own.I wanted to tie him down. I wanted to gag him. I wanted to sit on him and fuck him until his eyes rolled back into his head.There was nothing in here to do that, I thought. Until I spotted the laundry basket. I went to it and looked. Any guy with a foot fetish would not just rub her feet and go to bed or continue to do whatever you were prior to that. We get super horny and wanna take it a step further. We have a deal that every time I rub and massage her feet I get to play as long as she’s sleep before I start. So I always take full advantage. Well this particular night I was extremely horny and craving her feet. She had given me a ball rub 3 or for days prior which makes me cum super hard so it held me over til then..