I used my left feet to apply pressure to his disgraceful teeny-weeny dick.Initially, he was enjoying the pressure. I heard the moan that escaped his m...uth as he slurped my toe. But as I increased the pressure, he was feeling the pain. He opened his mouth to groan.My toe slipped out of his mouth and rested in his forehead, all the while dripping saliva. Saliva formed a bridge between my toe and his mouth.He looked at me! I smiled! I didn’t have to say anything. He knew what his mistake was. He. He was about 6'2 tall, tanned with longish dark hair that looked damp from sweat, and even fully clothed I could tell he was lean and muscular. For someone like me who hadn't seen a decent looking male for a month, he was like a balm. A balm I just had to have. He saw me walking the path towards him, and stopped what he was doing. I could tell that he was giving me a once over, and was glad I had worn my yellow halter neck sundress, which showed off my shoulders and legs. "Hi. I'm Kelly". We also got him some niceclothes which I proceeded to lose. (I didn't want the entire plan to fallapart over something so stupid as a dress shirt.) He was presentable andcheerful with his parents when they talked next - he understood that our arrangement was vaguely threatened by his depression, and did his evenbest to keep it under wraps and appear more stable than he was.While originally I balked at the idea, I realized that I had already donefar more physically invasive to him, so it. "I'd really appreciate it, yes," came Velma's answer. With a sigh, Fred had sent Shaggy running for some boards. Minutes later, the gang had stood proudly before a wall of cameras, Velma triumphantly holding Madeline's mask above her head."Miss Dinkley!" an eager reporter had called out, "will this adventure feature in your next collection?" Yes, miss," she'd answered with quiet politeness. "this result took three long days of very difficult sleuthing. But working together, we..." Fuck that.