I was buzzing with sexual arousal at the mere thought of ogling all those pretty feet. So I got straight down to business, focused on the matter at ha...d. And before I knew it, I was up and down that escalator like a trout in the rapids, ogling unsuspecting women’s feet and toes as I went. Some of the ladies wore flip-flops, the soles slapping against the delicate soles of their feet with every step, making my cock twitch in the moist depths of my underpants. Some wore sandals with a strap. "Wow Miss, you look gorgeous" as he inched closer take a big whiff of my perfume and hair. "Thanks... you not so much" he smelled like he had just ran 5 miles in 110° heat in a lycra suit. Laughing he inches even closer and lands his lips on mine and starts kissing me forcefully. His mouth tastes like stale cigarettes and beer. But i submit and start to kiss him back, his tongue exploring my mouth all around as i start to fight it back with my own tongue. Focused on the kiss I never felt his. " Well, perhaps we should go inside. I do hope you will bend your rules a little and have dinner with me tonight. It's venison stew. I know that you stop here on your way home from work and you must be hungry. I don't think it would be unprofessional to have dinner with a client."I guess that I should have realized that he was courting me or wooing me or whatever but that whole notion is so antiquated, especially considering we had already had sex, that it flew right over my head. Or maybe I. Her dress had arrived on time and fitted perfectly.The groom looked immaculate in his tux and tripped over his vows where his nerves mangled his tongue in a mouth that was drier than the Sahara desert.The lavish reception had been no less a success. Seamus’s best man made a speech, which although bawdy in places had delighted and entertained all of those invited. Uncle Mick did his usual party trick of dancing like a puppet with tangled strings and landed flat on his back, sliding under one of.