All the while Darlanever let go of my hand. I'd have turned to vapor had she just let itdrop. "Mr. Johnson?" he asked again quizzically? I just wante... to run. Darlasqueezed my hand even tighter if that was possible. Maybe this had been amistake? Maybe I just didn't belong here anymore. My life had changed fartoo much to even think about turning back. Besides, I didn't want to. Iliked who I was now. I'd never felt more comfortable in my own skin. I wasreally grateful that Darla was here with. Marcus: Can we voice?Carol glanced at me. We usually both hated doing voice unless it was with someone we knew and whose voice we liked. So many times, we would hear people talk whose voice didn’t match their online image, shattering the illusion. It’s quite the let down to see a beautiful woman and create a dream of what she sounds like, only to have that fantasy destroyed when you hear something radically different.The results for us had been hit-and-miss but mostly miss. So, for Carol to. This was heaven, my first sockjob. It was 2004, I had never searched internet porn and had absolutely no knowledge of whether or not other people liked this kind of thing. This was a year or two before I had ever heard the terms 'footjob' or 'sockjob'. In the near future, I would learn that it is a very common fetish and the internet is awash with every concievable kink for sock enthusiasts."How does that feel?" Claire asked. "Unbelievable" I almost stammered in reply. I watched in amazement as. The secretary locked into the bulge in Bianca’s pants and grabbed it hard through the fabric, massaging the length of it as Bianca pressed her against the wall. “I didn’t even catch your name, hun.” Bianca said, pulling her lips away from the secretary’s briefly. “Kate,” the secretary panted, her eyes full of lust. “I can’t believe this is actually happening.”“Have you ever fucked a futa girl before?”“No, but I saw you here last time for Dr. Winters and I heard your...procedure. I wanted to.