" she complained."Do you want a foot massage?" jerry asked, hoping she wouldn't find this weird."Really? You'd do that for me?" She retorted."Sure why...not." he replied.He got down in front of her and started rubbing her right foot. Then I moved to the left. He could tell she loved it and he could feel his dick growing in joy."Jerry, you like feet don't you??" she asked."What do you mean?" Jerry asked in a little panic"I mean you like women's feet, they turn you on..." she answered."Maybe...why. ”“Do you think they would be interested in me?” I asked.“It’s possible, there is more demand for girls than guys, but there are more girls that are looking for the money this type of work can provide.”“Over the phone, you gave a range of eight to fifteen hundred dollars a scene.”“Yes. It depends on whether it’s a guy/ girl scene, a girl/ girl scene, or a group scene. Things like that and more money for other things.”“What other things?” I asked.“For example, anal, or BDSM scenes. Would you be. Obviously she was turned on by the sight of her husband slapping me. He slapped me twice more before telling me to stand up. My bum was stinging but I loved it. “Well seeing you like to smoke you can now smoke this” he said and, undoing his pants, his cock emerged erect and ready. “Smoke it” he ordered.I dropped to my knees and wrapped my hand around his cock. I began to suck his cock. I couldn’t resist and slipped my other hand between my legs. My pussy was soaked. I heard moaning and looked. Unday, June 19, 2005 (Continued)When Carol and I arrived back in the study, the parents were talking about the mansion-buying AGAIN - was there no end to it?They stopped, letting me say, "Carol's game has finished. It served its purpose and Carol lost the mood when she and I started talking normally..." Thank you VERY much for it," interrupted Carol. "I had a GREAT time. That was the first time I've been able to do that, and it was even better than I'd imagined. Especially thank you, Mark. You.