Yes! I am that good. I consider myself an artist and artists don’t misuse their skills. Except I did, that one time.That night after an argument wit... my mother, I was disturbed. I wanted anything to distract me from it. The only person capable of doing that was our housemaid Mina. Let’s just say I have made a certain arrangement with her a couple of weeks ago.“I want to fuck you every alternate night in exchange for my silence on the fact that you have sex with your father-in-law,” I told her.. As she slid her toes back up, she twisted them so her big toe pressed into the vein under my lund. At the top she ran her expert toes around the sensitive head of my lund and her big toe between the slit of its head. I felt precum come out onto her toe.Keeping her heel lightly against my balls, Deepti began to use both full feet to rub up and down and slide around I’s hard and wet lund. He leaned back and moaned, watching her play one nipple between her fingers as her other hand slid down her. )My mind wanders to last weekend. A typical weekend for me, completelyplanned by my mother, and yes a weekend that was all about my elitefamily. The Football game Friday, was an away game, so I traveled withthe team as the assistant trainer, but the school didn't bring the band,so no baton twirling, just the cheerleaders. After the game was over, Iwent back to Templeton on the cheerleader bus, since I really didn't haveanything to do after the game. We won, and the team really doesn't. I dressed inwhite bra and garter belt, inserting my breast forms in my bra and slidingdark tan sheer stockings up my smooth hairless legs. I stepped into silkypink nylon high-waist panties (these allow plenty of room for growth!).Then I slipped into a cerise slip (actually it was bought as a nightie). Iput on a black blouse, but didn't bother with a skirt as my slip more orless covered my stocking-tops. On with my 3" heels, some tarty lipstickand a spritz of perfume. Then into the lounge to.