"Look, even if he hits that button a couple of times, he is inno danger of hitting twenty. Oh, too late!" Shaun hadn't taken his eyesoff the TV. Te...ry turned in time to see the counter go from 4, to 5 andthen with a hesitant pause, Perry hit the button a 6th time. "IDIOT!"They watched in sick fascination as Perry, completely naked laid back onthe bed and waited for the power of the button to overwhelm him."I can't believe he hit it five times, what was he thinking?" Terry saidin wonder. . 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. I almost looked forward to death in the hope that it would eliminate the pain of physical assault and the memories that were already tormenting me. But this was not to be. All the survivors were taken captive. Our hands were bound in cord. Other cords shackled us together from ankle to ankle and neck to neck. We became like a train of ants that march over the forest floor. And we soon came to know who were the slaves and who the masters amongst our captors, although we had no vocabulary to. How could he say no? He followed her up the steps, and into the apartment, his cock growing harder as he watched her ass, and those legs as she strutted in front of him. When she stopped abruptly at her door, Jay kind of bumped up against her, his tented pants coming to rest against her little butt, which she seemed to have pushed back at him. Feeling his hardness, Sam wriggled her ass slightly, and looked back, asking Jay, "Did I do that to you?" I guess you did," Jay replied, following close.