Olga sat on this bed. We were not talking. I played a few times with my penis while looking at her feet.With a very low sound I said;-Pull your skirt ...f you want. Will you take your slippers off ?Olga pulled her skirt up slowly and took her both slippers off. I leaned down slightly and holding her both foot ankles , I placed my small penis between her groomed ,big feet. She was taking support from the bed with her two hands. Olga's hands were behind on the bed and she had grabbed my tiny penis. She was very excited after we got out (and a little drunk), and wanted to go out and do something else. I took her round the corner to a nice martini bar that I go to occasionally, where we each had a martini to top off the evening (she ordered a chocolate one). (I got carded till I was in my thirties. It seems like women never get carded, no matter how old they are.)When we got home I asked her if she had a good time."Ohh, I loved it. Thank you so much for taking me out, sir. I really loved. I interrogated her about her deepest fantasies and fetishes. I had her tell me how to control her. The next day I took her for her tattoos, piercing and collagen injections. Now she has a tongue stud, nipple and clit rings, and big, big red cocksucking lips. I let the women at the salon play with her cunt while Connie was bound, and she soaked the chair seat. At the end of two weeks, she was a well trained bitch. I dropped Connie at the clinic before I picked you up. She is getting the. I gave her a little smirk, lightly blowing over where I had left my kiss. Her toes curled slightly as another moan erupted out of her. ‘Don’t blow this Chris,’ I heard in my head, ‘She could be the one.’ I shook my head. Damn thoughts. ‘Yea a little bit. Come sit up here Handsome, I’m so lonely.’ I looked up into her eyes, the desire in them glistening like fresh pond water on a warm spring day. She bit her lip as I crawled up to her, leaving little kisses up her right leg. I lingered a bit at.