At company meetings I was too hot to handle and my research always outplayed and humiliated my colleagues. My critisism of their departments, based on...any loose fact that I could find was exploited to the full. My quick thinking mind far exceeded any opposition that might try and band together and beat me. I would always leave the Board meetings laughing, others left with their careers in ruins. My achilles heel was my feminine side. This had began to show itself more and more. The stress of. "Does that always happen so quickly when you stare at women's feet," she said."I umm.." I stuttered trying to speak but she cut me off."I'll take that as a yes. This won't work if you just ogle my feet," she said making a note in her book and crossing her legs.I started to tell her about my other fetishes while I starred at feet. As I was talking she stared to move her feet and her sandal fell off. It was the first time I had seen the soles of her feet and they were absolutely beautiful. I let. By the time, I took my wallet and other belongings out of my pocket and kept it near the dressing table, I heard the calling bell of my room and asked her to come inside.Saramma entered my room with all the cleaning aids and saw me standing in front of the dressing table with completely wet clothes sticking my whole body and in the process making visible a slight bulge in my dick. She had a wicked smile in her face and said that she will clean the room after I change my clothes as the water. On the way back from the concert there was 6 of us and 5 spaces in the car. So all the family got in and she was the smallest one so she sat on my lap on the back seat. About two minutes into the drive back home I could smell her skin and perfume and started to get a hard on. God, I wanted to fall through the ground. There was my cousin, my mum’s brother’s daughter sitting in my lap and I was getting hard for her. I thought she would go crazy. But to be honest she figured it out, lifted her.