But, looking deeper into his mind, I saw that he genuinely liked me, and found that one time that he had worshipped my feet to be genuinely erotic... ...nd his invitation to do it again was not in jest. He would have gladly knelt before me tonight or any other night and kissed and licked my feet until I told him to stop, and his only complaint would be being told to stop.To this point, I had used the power of the ring in anger. But, looking at Sam huddled miserable and alone on the bed I decided. She was staring at the TV screen, which had once again turned to static. “Felicia, we have to go to the basement,” I said. “I... don't... want... to... go.” “We're going.” “No.” Sighing, I picked up her tiny body and began carrying her down the stairs. She struggled, pressing her little butt against me and trying to squirm out. It didn't do any good. As we were about halfway down the stairs, there was a tremor, like an earthquake. We were flung the rest of the way down, landing with a smack on. Well, not like that exactly. HeatherSee, I was what you might call "a nerd" when I was young, so much that I didn't even kiss a girl until I was 15. My third "girlfriend" Heather came and picked me up and we drove around and did nothing. I guess she was kinda embarrassed that I wasn't very attractive, so she didn't want to go anywhere. But I will say this, Heather was a hottie. She was 18 (yup I was 16), dirty blonde hair, skinny, cute face, small but nice titts, probably a 34b? Well she told a. He stopped a couple times, trying to find the entrance, before finding the right one. When he found it, Harold turned into the drive and then right again to park parallel to the row of trees. That brought his car right next to where I was sitting, hidden by the trees and bushes. It was a nice summer night, around seventy degrees, almost no breeze and no moon. Just starlight. I'd been there for almost twenty minutes so my eyes had grown accustomed to dim light. His car being less than twenty.