I would slip off a shoe and rub my foot up and down his calf. He would be able to feel the sexual tension in the air..."Samantha had continued on to w...ite all about what she thought and the way she and "Bill" interacted when she got to the "office" that morning. Tom loved how sexy his SEXetary thought and was with him, and he was excited about their play-acting the next morning.He got to work first and was in place behind his desk when his SEXetary, Samantha, walked in. But, she already knew. She had shoulder length, brown hair that she always kept tied back in a ponytail. She was really thin and small. What she lacked in breasts she more than made up for in legs. She had great gams. Even her feet were cute. So small and well proportioned. She was wearing white cotton socks. Even though you wouldn’t think that sweat sock are sexy, somehow they are when they are covering tiny little feet like my sister’s. I was starting to feel my hard-on swell again just looking at her calves. It. “You did it, Annette. How does it feel to be daring?” I wanted her to tell me what she felt and was hoping she’d tell me the truth.“Josey, I feel so fucking horny, I wish I had done things like this years ago, before I even thought about getting married. That was the first time I’ve ever said the fuck-word out loud in my whole life, but I wanted you to know what you made me do.”“I didn’t make you, did I?”“Well no. I already wanted to let my dress blow up with you looking at me, but I wanted it. I shouted out to Manju, ‘Hey Manju! Give me something to wear. This towel is too wet’. Manju replied, ‘Sorry my pet! Your left over clothes are in the attic and we have not unpacked them…. Tell you what! Just wear my dry housecoat, which is hanging on the hook there. We will see what we can do after that’.I said to myself ‘what the hell’, as I passed the light orange housecoat over my head and let it slide over my dry body. As I fastened the hooks placed in the middle of the fanciful front.